the devil can be like a thief in the night.
when you are sleep or your back is turned.he comes in abruptly, steals your joy, and runs like the bitch he is.
even if your joy is under lock and key,
maybe even strict surveillance,
he still finds a way to take what’s yours.

but, why do we give him our joy so easily?
why don’t we fight a little harder?
why do we give up to our circumstances?

that is the question on my mind.
the devil stole my joy today.
i straight punched that nigga in his fuckin’ mouth….

looked at him like,
“yeah and what?“

sure,
i was sad for a little minute,
but one monkey don’t stop no show.
plus, it dd help that my vanilla model wolf was there to my rescue.

what was the best time to hit him up than when i needed someone to talk to?
who knew all that raw testosterone would be good at advice too?
shit, who also knew a successful model would actually take time to listen to me?

that’s the thing about the devil.
as much as he successfully steals your joy,
there is always someone there to replace it.

…and sometimes,
that someone is fine as hell.