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Dance with the Devil
- I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
- His primary concern, was making a million
- Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
- He used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
- A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
- Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
- She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
- Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
- He started hanging out selling bags in the projects
- Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
- He was fascinated by material objects
- But he understood money never bought respect
- He built a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
- But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal
- So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
- You see me and niggas like this have never been equal
- I don't project my insecurities in other people
- He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
- So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
- A feeble minded young man with infinite potential
- The product of a ghetto bred capitalistic mental
- Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
- Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
- But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
- Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
- You probably only did a month for minor offences
- Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
- But then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance
- Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
- But that's what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
- Devils used to be God's angels that fell from the top
- There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
- So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
- To get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
- Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
- Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
- Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
- Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
- Fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
- Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
- He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
- But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love
- They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
- Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
- Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
- Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
- But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
- Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes
- Billy realized that these men were well guarded
- And they wanted to test him, before business started
- Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
- So now he had a choice between going back to his life
- Or making money with made men, up in the cife
- His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
- A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
- And so he met them friday night at a quarter to three
- They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
- Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
- Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
- Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
- And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
- Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
- They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
- This is it, kid, now you got your chance to be raw
- So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
- And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
- She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
- They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
- Screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
- The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
- So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
- The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
- They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
- Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
- And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
- Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn
- Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
- Her broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren't concerned
- When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
- One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty two
- They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
- And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
- He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
- And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
- Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
- He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
- And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
- Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
- But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
- Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother
- She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
- She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
- His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate
- His corruption had successfully changed his fate
- And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
- Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
- He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
- And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
- But only the devil responded, cause God wasn't there
- And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
- And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
- They say death takes you to a better place, but I doubt it
- After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
- And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
- Cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
- And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
- In fact, I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
- And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
- He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
- The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
- White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
- You have a self destructive destiny when you're inflicted
- And you'll be one of God's children that fell from the top
- There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
- So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
- Because the dance with the devil might last you forever
By Anonymous
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