Never have I been more emotionally affected by rap; and this time, it wasn't only because of the classically-ripped beat. Please, be open-minded if you don't like rap, and ask me to send you this song. You won't regret it. Courtesy of Myung.

They say death takes you to a better place, but I doubt it/
After that they killed his mother, but never spoke about it/
And listen, cuz the story that I'm telling is true/
Cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs, and I raped his mom too/
And now the devil follows me, everywhere that I go/
In fact, I'm sure he's standing among one of you in my shows/
And in every street sight, listening to little thugs flow/
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know/
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked/
White, brown, yellow, and black; color is not restricted/
You have a self-destructive destiny when you're inflicted/
And you'll be one of God's children that fell from the top/
There's no diversity, because we're burning in the melting pot/
So when the devil wants to dance with you/
You better say never/
Because a dance with the devil might last you forever.

-Immortal Technique, "Dance with the Devil"