Demon.

Who you calling pretty?
You ain't seen my insides
There's a hell of a creature in there

Who you calling well-fed?
You ain't seen my ink-blots
There's a hell of a mother in there

And I said
"Boy, I ain't blessed, I'm a demon
Boy, I ain't the son of the lord"

I was sitting on the stoop of my house yesterday
Lighting my cigarettes with all the bills I hadn't payed
I had delayed all my duties, and that aint unique, but
I forgot what I was smoking I didn't recognize the stink

And I said
"Stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop"

I gotta tear our my tongue
I gotta break all my bones
I gotta challenge my mortality
I gotta straighten my spine
I gotta buy more time
I gotta tamper with reality

And I said
"Boy, I ain't blessed, I'm a demon
Boy, I ain't the son of the lord"

I said that
"Stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop"



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Writer(s): Sylvia Haynes
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