hot. The heat was on,
the day I was born.
Before I even open my eyes,
the devil stood with his surprise.
Wake up little boy,
you're going to be my toy.
As soon as you learn to walk,
I'm going to teach you evil talk.

Before I woke up good,
the devil controlled my mood.
Until one day,
I refused his play.
I refused to go along,
I knew I didn't want to belong,
so I stood my position strong.

The devil wouldn't let go,
he continued to control my show.
I was the actor,
he was the director.
I was attached to puppet strings,
until the Lord helped me cut the things.
Then he gave me holy wings.

Holy wings fly us higher,
but the devil is still a trier.
The holier we get,
the more the devil makes us his pet.
He bets that we still will fall,
so he continues to call.

Temptation becomes like cherry,
even evil seems so merry.
Why don't one just give in,
let the devil win.
Seems like a lost cause,
the devil never will pause.

He just poors it on harder,
everyday seems like a new starter.
Maybe today I'll have some peace,
break from the demons leash.
Yesterday I failed bad,
but I didn't get sad.
I kept on trucking,
the devil kept on plucking.

It's a struggle day in and day out,
but I know what it's all about.
It's just the way life goes,
evils never put on froze.
It's about knowing which side,
you want to reside.

Games over devil,
I didn't choose evil.
I chose good,
I hope that's understood!
If not,
continue to plot.
My minds made up,
you will not corrupt.

G