Not Gonna Happin! Poem by the legend

reckoning with evil,
death as my teacha,
the devil's angel's on my shoulda as my personal speaka's,
wanting me to change my faith and thats like the handcuffs changing from crown victoria's to regals.
not gonna happin!

dont need a death threat,
something in my cona,
feelin da heat like florida folks,
to heat strokes, the outsida's lookin in sayin the pressua's on 'em.
its a wonda that he aint in a coma, but that boy keeps pushin on cuz
tough situations just makin him stronga.

reckoning with evil,
death as my teacha,
the devil's angel's on my shoulda as my personal speaka's,
wanting me to change my faith and thats like the handcuffs changing from crown victoria's to regals.
not gonna happin!

devil approachin me,
im feelin da burn in my eyes like i got water to rinse 'em but no arms to assist me, or no helpin assistee.
then he says:
i gave u my help then you pissed on me,
ill show you the way to hell, the way you were on earth u'll be replacin me.

reckoning with evil,
death as my teacha,
the devil's angel's on my shoulda as my personal speaka's,
wanting me to change my faith and thats like the handcuffs changing from crown victoria's to regals.
not gonna happin!

no matter the pressure im not gonna crack,
stay whole
with a faith buried and ready to grow,
cause if not the protection of god is taken from all around
and i remain under ground
a prisoner of the well known hell shack.
even though im reckonin with evil
good always prevails,
and death might be my teacha,
but ill send all the messages back to hell,
the devils angel's is tryin real hard to become my speaka's,
but that idea's out the window,
popo's changin to regals? ,
yea that idea's out the window.

reckoning with evil,
death as my teacha,
the devil's angel's on my shoulda as my personal speaka's,
wanting me to change my faith and thats like the handcuffs changing from crown victoria's to regals.
not gonna happin!
not gonna happin!
not gonna happin!
not gonna happin!