Drag me down by: Luis V

You could drag me down

You could knock me down

You could knock me out

You could drag me through the mud

You could throw me to the wolves 

But I will always find a way to stand back up

I will find a way to make your life a living hell

I will find a way to make sure you don’t get away of what you did to me

I may come back dirty

But if you throw me to the wolves 

I will come back and be the leader of the pack

I will come back stronger than ever 

You can drag me down 

You can beat me up

I will come back bruised 

And I will kick your ass 

Just to repeat it one more time

You can drag me down

And it will not affect me 

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Conversation with the devil by: Luis V

I’m walking with the devil

I’m talking with the devil

He shows up in my dream

Flexing with all the gold he has

He told me if I were to follow him

I could have everything 

I literally thought about it for a quick second 

I told myself what the heck is wrong with me

And I told him no

He’s trying to tempt me to follow him

And to leave Jesus 

I don’t know what to do

I’m not strong enough to fight the devil 

Where’s my demon when I need him

After I said that my demon took control of me

And he told the devil to leave 

The devil told him I created you 

You cannot make me leave I am your maker

My demon told me no you did not create me 

I followed you and instantly regretted it

Because now I don’t have a chance to go back to heaven

But I feel like I’m at peace when I’m with Luis 

So I suggest you leave or you will another scar on your body

Like the one in your chest right there 

As the demon nail scratched the devils chest

The devil screamed in pain because that scar hasn’t fully healed

The demon laughed at the devil and called him pathetic

He said maybe I should be the devil

Because you are a weakling what happened to the devil that was strong?

Is he still in there?

I don’t think he is because the devil I knew wouldn’t have gotten stabbed easily

So my demon stabs him again and leaves the devil in pain and screaming.

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Gun to my head by: Luis V

Gun to my head, I start to cry

Because I’m afraid I’ll lose my life

I ask the person whos pointing the gun to my head

Why are you doing this?

He says because it's about that time you join lizzy 

I told him I don't want to join her not now, not ever

I want to live my life 

I want to stop being in my thoughts about lizzy 

I want to forget her

I just want to move on and be happy 

So I tell you right now 

Get the fuck out of my house and put that gun down

Because I have a gun of my own

He says oh yeah where is it 

And then he turns his head to the right 

He says my gun pointed at his head

He said when did you get that gun

I told him not to worry about it the point is I got it

 So leave or I will shoot you down

I have so much anger if I shoot once I will shoot multiple times

I had this anger with me since I was a little boy

Now tell me do you want to die 

Or do you want to live

He told me I’ll take my chances to die 

But you have to remember you don’t have the balls to shoot me down

Like you did back in the day

I remember that one time where you mind had defense 

And you shot everybody that tried to trespass

But remember that was the old you 

That was the you who wasn’t a softy 

Look at you now your a fucking softy 

You lost those pair of balls you had to shoot a gun

Hell you haven’t picked a up a gun since then remember that 

So you don't have the balls to shoot me now do you?

That may be true I haven't picked up a gun since then

That may ture I’ve gone soft

I've come to my senses and realize that I am a softy

Nothing can change that

Doesn't mean I won’t shoot you

So get out or die

He left 

But then he pulled the trigger

The bullet hit my stomach

I see myself bleeding to death

But at my final moments I shoot him 

I see the bullet and it hits him in the chest

His final words were 

So you still have balls to shoot a gun.

I see the angel that was on my right shoulder return

He heals me and tells me 

Everything is going to be ok so don’t worry you won't be dying today.

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