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Staring Demons Down
- [INTRO –Spoken /slow cadence]
- First, let’s clear the air—
- This ain’t about profanity, it’s about clarity.
- No action unless I’m defending
- A never ending spiral of sanity bending.
- I ain’t above the rage or the flame,
- But I won’t let cussing cloud what I’m tryna explain.
- That don’t mean no demons live inside me,
- Or that obscenity is blasphemy entirely.
- It’s just—when my double edged diction gets twisted,
- Sometimes I spit a curse just to show what I’ve witnessed.
- [VERSE 1 –Mid tempo, direct flow]
- So I’m not condemning those who let loose,
- Words are tools—predictive of inner truths.
- Premeditated pain has a root cause,
- A broken man ignoring court ordered laws.
- Resentment builds like unpaid rent,
- No savings left—just what addiction spent.
- Birthday cards turned into dope and dents,
- Till you’re laid out, praying this is all pretend.
- But life ain’t fiction, nothing stable,
- Any religion mixed in just cracks the table.
- Internal war—Cain and Abel’s cradle,
- This ain’t nurturing, this is fatal.
- I never became who I set out to be,
- I wanted God, but pride poisoned me.
- Like King Midas—I got greedy,
- No humility, no path that freed me.
- I left behind the Christian crusader,
- Denied tradition, skipped the Seder.
- Said I’d face my faith later…
- But salvation wasn’t waiting with favors.
- If light exists, then dark must too—
- And somewhere, the two must fuse.
- [VERSE 2 –Aggressive wordplay, rising pace]
- The clue’s opposite of triple six—
- A mirrored number: negative six sixty six.
- Add 'em up—one three three two,
- Then break that down, digit by digit too.
- 1 +3 +3 +2 =9.
- Nine—a flipped six, a trick in time.
- Biblical scholars say nine is complete,
- Without dark, there’s no light to keep.
- Balance breathes where opposites meet,
- You can label this “Godless,” call it deceit.
- But Solomon knew—power and mystique,
- Tapping mysticism, no garnish, just heat.
- Kabbalah unlocked surreal visions,
- Ancient texts, unholy missions.
- Semjaza fell—angel to demon,
- Bound for seventy gens, beneath Eden.
- Don’t call it Satanism, read the source—
- The Book of Enoch—off the canon’s course.
- [CODA –Slow, poetic fade out]
- No angels left to sing a heralded sound,
- When I’m gone, I return to ground.
- Not a trumpet blast, just a silent drown,
- No glory crown, just earth and sound.
- Mock me, laugh, spin it around—
- But in the end…
- We all face our inner demons down.
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