The Devil's Soul

[ill nik-A]

Age is the rage of a cold youth…
which only success could heal some
I’m at a stage where I memorize old tunes
only to make me feel young
I’m steel strong the way I showcase myself
though it’s not how I feel inside
in no way lies help
But I’ll take the appeal with pride
It’s really a deprived timid designed image
How did I learn this craze?
It’s hard to be in high spirits
So I burned some sage & turned the page
This is just the life I chose
gifted with a wise guy oath
committed with the ties I hold
it’s twisted in this mind I own
I broke out of my shell
Thought I balanced evil & humanity
I clearly sold out to hell
& traded my weak soul for true vanity
It was a stupid kid’s illusion
The bad guy always lives up to his rep
Innocence had its confusions
What some would give up for respect
But of course that’s a given
cant remove urself from the urges
Most would do the same for clothes, cars & women
guilt breaks away from the person
robotic emotions do not translate fine
I feel nothingness
the sight of Blood can stain minds
while my zeal’s loving less
I’ve reached the pinnacle
Every kill gets easier
Meet the cynical
I remember still when the trigger’s squeezing hurt
Wealth is what I followed
Lost myself the heart turned hollow
Dealt the cards & swallowed
only me & my glock come to grips when…
they market the target
diaries of a hitman