The things we do to please Hell

 These affairs with lust, to play chess

What drug is a stimulant to your pride?

To be a ghost writer, for the hood to indentify the ghetto

That life is payment for the dead

When it is just the people, causing the hell

Who is being check mate from their position?

To keep their self from God

Name your sin, which you are lusting for

Don`t throw away the promise of God  

For a lie, to read you a fairy tale

When hell is pregnant to have your baby

Satan will name it death

How can you be lost, when God said I never left?

How can you fall, when you are in the hand that gave you breath?

The only reason you took your eyes off Jesus, Is because

You didn`t believe he was you in the flesh

The things we do to please God, but really we are pleasing Hell