Wrong Way

In exchange for the light, I want to lead my life. Servin' a purpose not worth searchin' on this night. The devil is knockin', wood grain rockin'. Whisperin' who's been watchin', who's next poppin'. Body guard blockin', one shot, bonk him. Drop one Compton, drop some Tonkin. Swallow soul often, quota met, comp him. Soda set, stomp'em, liquor mix, launch one. Switch the clip, stock'em. You on the list godson, sendin' a gift God send. And when you descend all gauzed in gin, I'll ascend with my purpose served keynotes in hymns. The word rewrote on skin, permanently dressed to win. Not lookin' back at the sins, more like a crack addict on a scwhinn. Striding through nose up at the wind. Contemplate whichever which way, ridin' all goosed up into the next day. Come to find out, crew prayin' to you layin' casket capped and wrapped to who's sayin' is not the ordinary group to who sang it. You bang'd it, and I rang your bell, forewarned your early trip to hell. Very well, you knew what you smell'd, and nosedived your own self in what you now dwell.