The Devil Works Hard... But I Work Harder

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Do you feel like a criminal when you feel it coming up?

It is, or it isn't in the mind of a peasant

But that's not how you should think

'Cause everything's different than one-two

Two-zero, two-seven, one-eleven

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Do you feel like a criminal when you feel it coming up?

It is, or it isn't in the mind of a peasant

But that's not how you should think

'Cause everything's different than one-two

Two-zero, two-seven, one-eleven

Take charge of your energy, and take it all back

Take it all back, and take control back

Your thoughts are your ministry, and you made it all black

Take it all back, and tighten the slack

I'm not a criminal, but I wish I could be

My posse's on Broadway walking down the street

Wouldn't it be so easy to just kill everything?

But I just can't do it 'cause I have empathy