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
Copyright © Ken Street | Year Posted 2013
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