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….