slice of the devils pie

maybe lucifer wears leather i can tell by the price of my sin he probably wore shoes made of feather 'cause i never heard him come in now my life's heavy like london weather neighbours are starting to wonder wether my blood's drunk from drugs... when i was robbed by thugs they never cared to console me with hugs they judged my path,gunned my reputaion because i shunned their social obligation they never slept at night haunted my dreams with witch craft they sent their daughters who spoke luring lies "...and lead us not unto temptation" she made me promise to examine her thighs if heaven is above,then hell is down below her belly button... i ate the forbidden fruight the blacker the berry,sweeter the pie the mark on her womb i could not refute she made me believe that it was mine deep inside i knew theres nine months to prove my innocence to the preacher... i believe the bible say's God choose us before we chose Him and the old man at the corner said the devil has plans for idle minds and hands... but through His grace i found love while eating the slice of the devils pie