Spy in the family

Sitting and crying in the waiting room They face a life of gloom and doom The father from another gang, was a spy So the Man ordered that he must die. You don’t spy on the Man He kills you because he can The Man has all the power Because you, he will devour. He will train you well To serve him until you fell If by now you can’t tell You have chosen a life of hell. He will tell If you don’t serve him well Serve him good or serve him well Your days will be spent in hell. On the street he will have his way If he slips up, this will be his last day He is afraid of the Man So he does the best he can. One day he started to cry Like his father he has become a spy He knows he is about to die Next to his father’s grave he will lie.