Speak of the Devil

Little Boy: Mom, mom, MOM!?!?!
 Woman: I'm here Christopher, what's wrong honey?
 Little Boy: There's a man in my room
 Woman: Oh honey, there's no man in your room
 Little Boy: Yes there is. He keeps on talking to me
 Woman: Well what does he sound like?
 Little Boy: I think it's The Devil mom
 Ever since I was a child, I could feel a dark presence lingering in me
 As I got older, I could gradually hear it speaking more clearly
 I was scared at first,
 I would under me and my little brother's bunk bed
 My little brother didn't know what was there,
 So I thought that it was me that it wants dead
 Come to find out the opposite, it kept visiting me, no stopping it
 I shut the bedroom door, kept locking it,
 Under the cover tryna hide I would often get
 So much awful shit,
 Going through my head I wish the thoughts would quit
 I really needed someone to be talking
 With, like a child therapist with a doctorate
 But then again they don't deal with the
 Supernatural or anything beyond the coffin, truly
 They wanna put me on prescription drugs if
 I told 'em that the devil was talking to me
 It would've been all bad, and nobody would've sat next to Chris
 Sitting all by myself in the pew during
 Mass and they might've called an exorcist
 You could be in fact destroyed, God is good so react with joy,
 Do what you should since that's understood
 You can go and be a good little Catholic boy
 And it kept going on, til the night I decided to give up the fear
 So I cursed and I called out his name, suddenly he just appeared
 Christopher
 Why don't you leave me alone? What do you want from me?
 Don't be afraid.
 I just want you to know that if you ever need anything I'm here for
 You. There are so many great things in store
 For you. If you ever need me, just speak my name
 Watch when you speak of me, I peek on you frequently
 I know all the deepest, darkest things that you keep secretly
 He's always watching, cause he is always near
 Speak of the devil, and he just may appear
 Now that I am in adulthood,
 And I'm filled with dreams of achieving goals
 He say he can make 'em all come true all I gotta do is release my soul
 I don't wanna be a failure,
 I work too hard I don't wanna feel that pain
 But I always turn him down,
 Is that why I'm still tryna make it in the rap game?
 Every day he's asking me, for my soul,
 Promising cash to me,
 Fame and women coming after me, giving ass to me so nastily
 Even though he's so dastardly, gotta respect his tenacity,
 Always showing up every time I'm at a low point,
 Tryna exploit catastrophies, blasphemies,
 Probably the best definition of the language that he speaks
 Always tryna make a deal with me,
 Every time I feel anguish at its peak,
 And I wish that he'd start to flee,
 Cause I reach for the light wholeheartedly,
 But he knows darkness is a part of me,
 It can flow through me like it's in my arteries
 And he tries to appeal to that,
 Try to make it look that real in fact,
 He's coming for my soul but I will in
 Fact, do what I gotta do to keep it still intact
 He said if I ever wanna quit struggling and I wanna make the leap to
 Fame, then he can provide
 Everything I need, I just gotta speak his name
 Look man, I keep telling you time and time again that I'm not
 Selling you my soul.
 So quit offering me shit.
 Stay out of my head, leave me the fuck alone
 Well if you ever need me, just speak my name
 Watch when you speak of me, I peek on you frequently
 I know all the deepest, darkest things that you keep secretly
 He's always watching, cause he is always near
 Speak of the devil, and he just may appear