Speak of the Devil

Little Boy: Mom, mom, MOM!?!?! Woman: I'm here Christopher, what's wrong honey? Little Boy: There's a man in my room Woman: Oh honey, there's no man in your room Little Boy: Yes there is. He keeps on talking to me Woman: Well what does he sound like? Little Boy: I think it's The Devil mom Ever since I was a child, I could feel a dark presence lingering in me As I got older, I could gradually hear it speaking more clearly I was scared at first, I would under me and my little brother's bunk bed My little brother didn't know what was there, So I thought that it was me that it wants dead Come to find out the opposite, it kept visiting me, no stopping it I shut the bedroom door, kept locking it, Under the cover tryna hide I would often get So much awful shit, Going through my head I wish the thoughts would quit I really needed someone to be talking With, like a child therapist with a doctorate But then again they don't deal with the Supernatural or anything beyond the coffin, truly They wanna put me on prescription drugs if I told 'em that the devil was talking to me It would've been all bad, and nobody would've sat next to Chris Sitting all by myself in the pew during Mass and they might've called an exorcist You could be in fact destroyed, God is good so react with joy, Do what you should since that's understood You can go and be a good little Catholic boy And it kept going on, til the night I decided to give up the fear So I cursed and I called out his name, suddenly he just appeared Christopher Why don't you leave me alone? What do you want from me? Don't be afraid. I just want you to know that if you ever need anything I'm here for You. There are so many great things in store For you. If you ever need me, just speak my name Watch when you speak of me, I peek on you frequently I know all the deepest, darkest things that you keep secretly He's always watching, cause he is always near Speak of the devil, and he just may appear Now that I am in adulthood, And I'm filled with dreams of achieving goals He say he can make 'em all come true all I gotta do is release my soul I don't wanna be a failure, I work too hard I don't wanna feel that pain But I always turn him down, Is that why I'm still tryna make it in the rap game? Every day he's asking me, for my soul, Promising cash to me, Fame and women coming after me, giving ass to me so nastily Even though he's so dastardly, gotta respect his tenacity, Always showing up every time I'm at a low point, Tryna exploit catastrophies, blasphemies, Probably the best definition of the language that he speaks Always tryna make a deal with me, Every time I feel anguish at its peak, And I wish that he'd start to flee, Cause I reach for the light wholeheartedly, But he knows darkness is a part of me, It can flow through me like it's in my arteries And he tries to appeal to that, Try to make it look that real in fact, He's coming for my soul but I will in Fact, do what I gotta do to keep it still intact He said if I ever wanna quit struggling and I wanna make the leap to Fame, then he can provide Everything I need, I just gotta speak his name Look man, I keep telling you time and time again that I'm not Selling you my soul. So quit offering me shit. Stay out of my head, leave me the fuck alone Well if you ever need me, just speak my name Watch when you speak of me, I peek on you frequently I know all the deepest, darkest things that you keep secretly He's always watching, cause he is always near Speak of the devil, and he just may appear