No Struggle, No Progress
No Struggle, No Progress
Copyright 2012
It's the job of the devil, to make life unleveled, to destroy and rob and kill
The winner in you, and he won't be through, unless he breaks your will.
Satan ain't under the ground, with horns on his crown, or a fork inside his hand
He is loose on this earth, sagging pants and short skirts, dressed like a woman or man.
He's trying to rob your cradle, so you won't be able, to birth what's in your belly
Using people as thieves, to steal your hopes and dreams, and make your roses smelly.
When I was young in the word, you could throw me a curve, and strike me out of the game
I'm no l...
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