Devil we became

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Devil we became

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Justice? Injustice? — it’s all in the telling,
One soul burning bright, one voice half-yelling.
Step aside, I’m ready, the truth I’m selling,
Stan Lord on the mic, the story I’m spelling.

Ask the world — why it gave, why it stole,
One gets the crown, one just a hole.
They call it destiny, kids with a gun,
But I say maybe you ain’t pissed the world off enough, son.
I am Stan Lord, I spit and I stand,
Push the world ‘til it breaks, don’t wait for its hand.

Yeah, I know, once I read, I said: fight the world,
But I never said don’t try — gears will crush when they swirl.
One day I said: run till the end,
Another day I said: the final stage is death, my friend.
But you know when the puzzle finally bends,
You hold every piece, but wholeness pretends.

Even if you run, chasing the line,
The ending I told you — death’s design.
So what am I telling you? — a story of chase,
You run forever, never reaching the place.

Food gets wasted, while some starve and curse,
Bread turns to mold, God turns to worse.
Some ride cars they don’t even touch,
Another sells a kidney, needing just that much.
Empty homes echo, wind like a ghost,
The homeless burn drugs, to fight winter’s frost.

I tell you — God ain’t devil, we became,
Stan Lord in the booth, spitting truth in the flame.
Devil got no horns, no tail on his back,
He’s charming, attractive — that’s why they track.

You say God silent, I say He ain’t,
He lays down paths, but your eyes paint faint.
You wait for the fog, for the road to be clear,
But I feel the pain of the ones who sneer.
Tried, they fell, they curse and complain,
But maybe it’s the long road, heavy with pain.

God loves His servants like Lego in hand,
But we forget worship, forget where we stand.
We treat Him like genie, lamp in the night,
Only call His name when we’re chasing delight.

I want one thing, the hardest to find,
Those who have plenty, share with the blind.
A father with nothing, can’t feed his child,
A mother with no milk, her baby gone wild.
But harder than seeing is feeling the chain,
Until it hits you deep, you won’t know the pain.

Remember this — from Stan Lord to you,
Don’t pity no one, but your own heart true.
Helping is good, but too much can be cruel,
Even Jesus Christ tried to show us the rule.
We didn’t get it, never felt his ache,
We just heard the story, never walked his stake.

He said: world is ruthless, cold at night,
So keep each other warm, be the fire, the light.
It’s not always about money, don’t get it twisted,
Ask me the world’s shape — the answer’s shifted.
Doesn’t matter what it looked like in the end,
It’s how I lived, how beauty did bend.
Lyrics by Stanlord, sound born from digital chaos.
It’s late — wrong time, these words I send,
Turn it off, go now, shut the door, my friend.**

🎬 Video edited by STANLORD.

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Conscious Gangsta Rap , epic rap,
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