To the Ground
Caught the Devil looking right at me. No crossroad just a quiet street where I found. What's left and free. Inside of me. I'll never be a host for your pain. Choose wise babe stay in your lane. Do you think? You want to test me? This face to see. A puppet strings pulled tightly. Stay within your lines. Intentions of the wicked. To vaccinate your mind. Your weakness has no gravity. Such venom laced with brevity. To feed on those with sanctity. Those who know they'll cut your strings. To the ground. Caught the Devil looking right at me. No crossroad just a quiet street where I found. What's left for me
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Writer(s): Brandon Jones
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