Whenever we as human beings commit misdemeanors or suffer from one of many vices which effects others or ourselves, we sometimes justify our behavior by blaming the Devil.
How many times have you heard someone say, “The Devil made me do it.” whenever they have been caught being on the wrong path in life?
However, rapper Jeru the Damaja, who is a prophet in his own right, says we are in fact making the Devil happy. The very same devil that man has conveniently created to give him a excuse to neglect virtuous actions.
As you all should know the Devil does not really exist (well, I hope not). He is just a metaphor of all what’s wrong in the world with all its ignorance, violence, greed, selfishness, manipulation, corruption and, most sadly, lack of self-knowledge and wisdom.
We are indeed the devil himself.
The fact of the matter is that this so-called devil has the capacity to be within all of us, and it is in our power not for it to possess us and weaken our resolve for doing good and improving ourselves.
In the following enlightening tune, Jeru portrays in lyrical form how the devil’s maniacal grip on one’s consciousnesses and conscience can bring about nothing but pain and destruction to one’s character, body and soul.
Jeru Tha Damaja – Ain’t The Devil Happy
As devils search for the secrets to immortality
I alter my physical chemistry
Walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I exist even when no things are left
Vibrations transcend space and time
Pure at heart because I deal with the mind
That’s why I compose these verses
Audible worlds, my thoughts are now universes
Written on these pages is the ageless
wisdom of the sages, ignorance is contagious
So I hope you keep your focus
There’s no hocus-pocus, in the end, it’s just us
Devil got brother killin brother, it’s insane
Goin out like Abel and Cain
Wisen up and use your brain
There’ll be no limit, to the things that you can gain
In positivity, balance it with negativity
Until then, ain’t the devil happy
I hate when the devil’s happy, so I wear my hair hair nappy
Knotty, won’t go out like John Gotti
He came from the caves to destroy everybody
And we like fools destroy our own bodies
Too many niggaz chillin, bad boys boom boom
This leaves no room for the flowers to bloom
Seeds blow in the wind, another drug killing
What, are we accomplishing? Nothing
What’s, the matter?
Why everytime I look around another brain gets splattered?
Some pockets get fatter but it don’t matter
The devil’s the only one who really gets fatter
Lead ruptures flesh, spleens are shattered
Dreams are shattered, another Queen without a King
What will out children become without proper guidance?
Probably nothing, so ain’t the devil happy
Niggaz are in a state of nothingness
If you’re in range I hope you hear this
And try to change this, cause it’s disatrous
Who gets the most loot, who gets bust?
Dollar bill y’all, is the god we trust
THe days blow by like dust
Even Men of Steel rust
We’re out here acting ridiculous
When, only we can save us
Mentally enslave us, for little or nothing kill our neighbors
Animalistic, caniballistic, behavior
Look to the sky for your savior
He won’t save ya, he didn’t save your forefathers
Why bother, brothers? You must discover
The power of self, know thyself, or find thyself
Hating thyself, killing thyself
While he collects the wealth that you sit back and murder for
Ain’t the devil happy