Spirit To Fire

Don’t cross your woman Unless you've lost your head She could do like mine And not rest ‘til you’re dead Could come call in the daytime Or slip in at night Scorned women are sneaky Mine planned revenge right Don’t limit your fear to knife poison or gun She could look as mine did to drag out her fun It may be harm to your body Is her new heart’s desire But mine called on black magic To put my spirit in fire It depends on the girl Some don’t but some do I was naive and believed when mine said I forgive you So don't do like me and risk your spirit to fire Rather Honor your woman You'll see she keeps you as sire