Crossroads - Tracy Chapman

    All you folks think you own my life
    But you never made any sacrifice
    Demons they are on my trail
    I'm standing at the crossroads of the hell
    I look to the left I look to the right
    There're hands that grab me on every side

    All you folks think I got my price
    At which I'll sell all that is mine
    You think money rules when all else fails
    Go sell your soul and keep your shell
    I'm trying to protect what I keep inside
    All the reasons why I live my life

    Some say the devil be a mystical thing
    I say the devil he a walking man
    He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
    He try to tell you what you want
    Try to tell you what you need

    Standing at the point
    The road it cross you down
    What is at your back
    Which way do you turn
    Who will come to find you first
    Your devils or your gods

    All you folks think you run my life
    Say I should be willing to compromise
    I say all you demons go back to hell
    I'll save my soul save myself

    Marco Giunco
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