D.R.U.G.S.: The Devil Reigns Upon God's Servants
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This isn't a poem about religion, but it was written at a time where my spirituality was probably at an all time high. I was looking for something, anything, to grasp onto when I first came off heroin. A lot of the people surrounding me believed in some form of higher power - so devil and god are used as surrogate terms for lack of anything better.
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That fucking devil
Works in mysterious ways,
Every minute,
Every hour
Of
Every painful day.
Bringing dismay,
His favorite entree
For me since nine-trey,
Disguised as a candy getaway -
That's the evil devil's way.
And it's almost a year ago today,
That my life was graced
And a friend caught the stray,
He was taken away
To never again see the light of day.
That fucking devil plays some mysterious tricks,
And now I have a son
Who's never seen the Knicks
But knows what it means to get a fix
And turn tricks,
The building of his life is missing bricks,
He can't turn to his pops
Who's lost in that matrix,
Always blitzed,
Hangin' with junkie pricks,
Got a bundle
But can't afford a Twix.
That fucking devil is lurking all the time,
Telling me
Do that crime,
Cop that dime,
Skip the dope line
Then go and mainline,
And, oh,
What I'm doing is fine,
Can't remember the last time,
I took a woman out to dine,
Told here with honest eyes she was fine,
Can't remember the last time
I let out my grime,
'Cuz it was going on all the time,
I couldn't put it behind,
Buried in a bottle of wine,
Organized crime,
Dropping a fake dime
So someone else does my time,
Never thinking about life
And how it doesn't come with rewind.
The Devil Reigns Upon God's Servants,
And only we can stop him
By realizing we don't deserve it,
Becoming honest,
Letting feelings surface,
Putting down that habit
Because it's always
Just him lurking.
Works in mysterious ways,
Every minute,
Every hour
Of
Every painful day.
Bringing dismay,
His favorite entree
For me since nine-trey,
Disguised as a candy getaway -
That's the evil devil's way.
And it's almost a year ago today,
That my life was graced
And a friend caught the stray,
He was taken away
To never again see the light of day.
That fucking devil plays some mysterious tricks,
And now I have a son
Who's never seen the Knicks
But knows what it means to get a fix
And turn tricks,
The building of his life is missing bricks,
He can't turn to his pops
Who's lost in that matrix,
Always blitzed,
Hangin' with junkie pricks,
Got a bundle
But can't afford a Twix.
That fucking devil is lurking all the time,
Telling me
Do that crime,
Cop that dime,
Skip the dope line
Then go and mainline,
And, oh,
What I'm doing is fine,
Can't remember the last time,
I took a woman out to dine,
Told here with honest eyes she was fine,
Can't remember the last time
I let out my grime,
'Cuz it was going on all the time,
I couldn't put it behind,
Buried in a bottle of wine,
Organized crime,
Dropping a fake dime
So someone else does my time,
Never thinking about life
And how it doesn't come with rewind.
The Devil Reigns Upon God's Servants,
And only we can stop him
By realizing we don't deserve it,
Becoming honest,
Letting feelings surface,
Putting down that habit
Because it's always
Just him lurking.
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