Open Mic: No dealings with the devil

The crowds insane, ring filled with blood and stain,
demons surround the stage and angels loud with saints,
it rains no love but hate, tension builds within my bloody veins,
the devil versus this angel's face, who was once bound by chains,
but now found of sage, free and alive like Christ,
this' where you niggas say "holy shit, i'm surprised",
cause here i jab the clown's two eyes,
another swing up the devil's chin, and cut him down to size,
but sometimes we find no victor to claim the prize,
cause the fight comes with random figures like the game of dice,
you blink and next you in hospital, lying on the bed,
life's about to end, moving closer and closer to the edge,
not recalling how your car got hit by an on coming semi truck,
flipping 9times across the highway, off into the bush,
crushing many ducks, crushin into some, like a tree trunk,
car crushed, limps hurt, dying there, space filled with kush,
it's funny we never realise who the devil is till we drink and drive,
till we've consumed so many drugs and fail to arrive alive,
so to live a pure and clean life i'll kill to try,
cause i got no dealings with the devil, till i die.

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