Satan's a con-artist. He'll burn you quick. With the same old scams, old dogs don't learn new tricks. He ran game to deceive in the Garden with Eve, breathed lies that should have been hard to believe. And he was like, 'Girl, I've got to tell you something. That tree that God said not to touch, you should be hunting. And I'm not saying this to be trifling. But the day you eat from that tree you will be just like him and he knows that. Why you think he's holding back? Plus he lied, if you eat that fruit you're not gonna die.' Now ya'll already know how it would happen. Eve took a bite and made her fruits solid for Adam. And I could still hear Lucifer laughing 'cause no one was recording. Historically, he still uses this pattern. Seduces rappers, actors and dance troops to kick lies and spread it to their fans and youth. And you've seen it in your own hearts activities. Second guessing gifts got us gifting like what's this he's giving me? And what isn't he giving me? And isn't the grass greener in my neighbors yard? While your neighbor's looking at their neighbor's yard, they are all candidates for the urn, if they don't learn the tricks of this trade and how Satan plays, they get burnt.
They get burnt in the fire. You aint gotta get burnt, you can turn to Messiah. You could turn to Messiah and learn from Messiah but if not, watch, they get burnt in the fire.
Satan is out to snare me, stares me down. But even he can't scare me, it's rarely found that my heart pumps fear, see he fiercely growls and its dark but the Son's light can pierce these clouds. Too many blindly go down to the flames. Too many names to remember, they all fall for the games. Its like their young scout, scuffed Timb's with the tongues out, hung out on a corner before he went the thug route. He had a future that was bright as the sun. He traded it and got faded and lived and died by the gun. And there's his neighbor, who chose the path much safer. Chased a career just trying to stash much paper. Fortune 500? He made it. Stocks and bonds. Traded. Life without god celebrated. He had it all, man, fame plus pride. But like his life, he's gonna spend eternity without God. Then there's the female version. She's like the opposite of a virgin. In white on the surface, he knows, like a serpent she strikes. Sometimes stripping in clubs. Sometimes walking the strip. Onetime looking for love. But now, often she get s.t.a with s.t.d.'s admitted the clinics asking nurses to 'test me, please'. Begging God for mercy like, “Please! Let me breathe long enough to live a life where you might yet be pleased.' I've been there before, so there I thought, I kind of have to wear a cloth to keep you from getting burnt, kinda like the aerosol. Satan, he takes what you crave. Waits till you yearn, Baits you, makes you his slave, takes you straight to the grave, then get burnt.
They get burnt in the fire. You aint gotta get burnt, you can turn to Messiah. You could turn to Messiah and learn from Messiah but if not, watch, they get burnt in the fire.
Satan is out to sift me, trip me up. I'm like Lord don't let him get me, lift me up. And he sits me on higher ground when my feet get stuck in the muck and the mire, how he picks me up. 'Cause God is sovereign, which means God is in control of him and all his fallen imps. Satan can't make you sin, he makes it sense to bend truth and make sin make sense. And make dents in your armor. So if you're unarmed, there's no way you'll stay unharmed. You'll become charged by the snake in the grass. Then succumb to the weight of your passions. The only way to get from under the weight of it, is to find something greater that can outweigh the weight of the sin. And trade in God's creation for him. It's a good trade, look what you got in return. If you got anything other than God you got burnt. Don't get burnt!
