You know all the ways That the devil tries to take my brain away I got too much sinner in my head Too much sinner city sitting in my bed Painting walls red If I am the paintbrush I am dead If I want to be in my mind I am lead Cant hear all the voices that I said Voices that I said- I walk slow as hell through the darkness in the kitchen So all the demons there know that I mean business All the demons there need to know that Im the shitt I aint gotta move I ain’t gotta move No devil I aint gotta move I aint gotta step aside for you I got God on my side its true You think that you can win you aint got a clue Made it through half these lonely nights they were blue