The Devil
When I was a boy,
I was used as a toy,
An instrument to destroy,
When deployed,
I couldn’t avoid,
The voices,
They told me it’s pointless,
They told me:
“Give in and join us,
Decisions and choices,
Illusions and noises,
Delusions are poison,
Consumed by the joyous”
“I mean, are you happy?”
“Maybe you are the Devil”
Maybe I am, the Devil…
Maybe I’m the Devil because this religion shit is ridiculous
Pissed I still think of it, my brain’s wired so intricate,
I’ve got religious script, leaking through the pen I grip
Now I know how y’all feel, I’ve become a hypocrite
Sentences are packed efficiently with heavenly imagery
When it doesn’t mean shit to me, a device used for simplicity
For you it’s a device to hide behind as you preach hatred
The rhetoric is ancient, the same one I was raised with
Christians seem to be the most unforgiving
I feel like Jesus the way I’m crucified just for living
The 11th commandment must have been to never close your mouth
Telling us how to live when I know you hold your doubts
I know you know how you sound, you justify it as help
But who the Hell are you trying to convince, me or yourself?
I understand wanting to be a part of a greater purpose
Life can seem meaningless, questioning if any day is worth it
But I don’t get how you can make believing your whole personality
And tell non-believers we’re damned without feeling the gravity
Maybe I’m the Devil because I’m sick of these Caucasians for generations
Keeping minorities down and acting like they’re just mistaken,
Like whole communities weren’t over-policed and redlined
And black crimes weren’t plastered in every headline
Talk about a victim mentality when in reality you act like it’s a travesty,
When black actors replace characters with white nationality
It’s time to come to terms that you’re probably racist
It’s apparent when you say shit, like rap music is basic
And you parrot outdated evidence to justify your prejudice
Shut the fuck up, you lack any shred of intelligence
Black people were enslaved for HUNDREDS OF YEARS
You hear one white joke and can’t even fight back tears
You’re privileged, I don’t know why you won’t just admit it
“Why is everything about race?” Motherfucker YOU did this
But that’s in the past and now everything is “just fine”
You raped the native women and flushed out their bloodline
You hate Mexicans and lump every Latino next to ‘em
I hope they come and steal your job when we let them in
Acting like whites weren’t the original border hoppers
Robbing the world of color before they could prosper
Can’t wrap your head around why whites have an advantage
When our ancestors wrote laws about what three fifths of a man is
Maybe I’m the Devil because I believe you should fuck whoever you want
That’s between consenting adults, only questioned it once
Then my balls finally dropped and I left middle school
Scared to death thoughts of the same sex, might tickle you
I guess their comfort makes you uneasy, grow up and free me
From your moronic non-logic feelings, it’s creepy
Religion aside, you have no argument against it
I guess love is offensive, can’t come to your senses
“Boy or girl”, it’s an outfit, outraged by pronoun pronouncing
Removing children from houses while you cheat on your spouses
You act afraid, that your kid will get snatched away and catch the “gay'“,
When really, they’ll be acting straight, praying that you pass away,
So they can catch a break, from you preaching repentance
You’d rather breed resentment than show your child acceptance
And that’s why that community suffers so many suicides
You hate the “sin” but the person sees the truth disguised
You shove down our throats this idea of a narrative
But won’t think for yourself, your opinion is inherited
Maybe I’m the Devil because I’m tired of these pro-lifers
These anti-healthcare, anti-welfare, protesting no lifers
A fetus or a baby, which one are you saving if only one can make it?
An impossible decision for those that think all life is sacred
Maybe condoms are the Devil too and we should ban contraceptives
Birth defects at conception, God thought you’d be receptive
You say it’s murder, but it isn’t scientifically alive
Has a heartbeat like a coma patient but couldn’t physically survive
Pull the plug or the umbilical it doesn’t make a difference
When the subject of discussion isn’t actually living
How many children have you fostered? You parade as an imposter
You finger fuck lady liberty no matter what it costs her
Between you and me, for every white mom we should remove the fee
That’s one less fucking loser going on a shooting spree
“Maybe they’re the Devil”
“Kill them”
“Kill them all”
Maybe you’re the Devil because you hate everyone that’s not the same
Insecure with yourself so everyone else got the blame
Maybe we’re the devil, just depends on who you ask
Pointing the finger so long nobody sees through the mask
Maybe there is no devil and we’re so desperate as a people
We’ll demonize anyone that disagree with us as evil
Most don’t want a discourse, we’d rather be disgusted,
Because being holier than thou is the way that we’ve adjusted
We’re hurt and we’re punching, crying for attention
In love with the tension but love is never mentioned
We become what we hate, different sides of the coin,
But you can’t beat the Devil, that’s why we’ve decided to join
“Good”
“I told you you’d feel better”
“I’m not so bad am I?”