The devil in disguise

With the devil at the crossroads,    
it was time to ring Aunt Bess     
I said, ‘wasn't that fast’  
for she was gone in under a sec      
Her Mojo brand was leaking at last     
from it's vintage and rare, hot powder box      
The judge, once declared, after viewing the downloads      
that the devil was innocent, from the lower dock      
All black power got its roots, down in good old Delaware      
starting with Bobby Johnson's, Rhythm n Blues bootleg selection    
While a crooked cross hung out and about Times Square      
at the corner of Hazelhurst and Hoover’s T- Intersection      
Hoodoo Gurus, sitting upon an unmarked gravestone      
in the eerie dark, around about midnight      
Mumbling, they once could move one's hipbone      
Kings of the world, almost at their height      
     
I haven't played in a minute, 'cause of men in black suits      
so you'll have to wait a while, for me to chill      
We should all support local grassroots,      
‘cause one day, they might actually decide to kill      
They were the good old days, without any crime      
that's when New York came out to play      
If she could only turn back time      
and just keep going on, her very merry way      
This misguided world would still feel alive      
It would be such a hell of a better place      
by teaching us how to actually friggin’ survive      
in today's chaotic, fast paced, rambunctious, rat race      
Falling in love and falling out      
Freedom will continue!      
Of that, I have no doubt      
Freedom will continue!      
Of that, I have no doubt.