messing with the Devil

Outside of a church house one night talking to myself going out of my mind I walked inside and asked for some help a man walked out of his office and offered me his hand I still remember the fiery words that preacher Man said he said you're messing with the devil son you're messing with the devil I prayed Lord please help me make it off of these streets in my teens selling weed I never dreamed I'd be in the penitentiary with HIV and 11 felonies I wrecked my whole life shooting methamphetamines I guess I was too high to see it when people was telling me you're messing with the devil son you're messing with the devil young poetic rebel with no purpose or direction my selfish love for meth nearly destroyed Christ's message spiritual neglect myself my soul fed a lethal injection wicked process more fatal than electric chair in Texas troubled adolescent caged in despair and aggression State place me in radar expecting me to learn my lesson negative methods I selected there left me Destined to waste a whole lot of time in department of corrections messing with the devil son you're messing with the devil my story gets real depressing reflecting on my first high house messy mom stressing on the floor crying our relationship so hectic the peace we sought we couldn't find and life became even more unsettling as I saw her holding that glass pipe an inner hatred began to grow as my suspicions were confirmed inside a cold burn I figured that was how the world turned struggling to suppress my hurt I never uttered a word and when she asked me if I wanted to get high all I could do was smirk like you messing with the devil mom you're messing with the devil hiding behind the glass as the ice crackled into Ash we left the past behind and even shared a few laughs alarming aftermath I walked an ungodly dark path it only took one night and the devil had me in his tight grasp I was warped into another world with my mindframe distorted a legion of screaming voices seeing demons paranoia suffering from schizophrenia and bipolar disorder this horrible metamorphosis left my soul tortured I guess that's what happens when you're messing with the devil Was never no peace in my life until I met Christ only grief and strife in them streets when you're living to get high I lived a suicidal lifestyle sick enough to make you bile ended in a downward spiral living out all the curses in the Bible I was a junkie a low-life a crook a fiend the devil's stupid puppet he pulled all the strings I'd pray Lord please help me make it off these streets never in a million years did I think he'd actually set me free as the insanity progressed so did the sickness in my head I spent many sleepless nights talking to demons around my bed morning came I do my best to fake my mental health I found it easy to lie to myself but people can tell when you're messing with the devil