Weep Not;You'll Die

Poor little soul
You say all you want's control

Money,women,power,respect
Tit for tat;what do you expect?

To seal the deal your blood I require
After which you get all you desire


Now aint you tripping off the power?

Sure you are....
Fancy fast cars
Cuban cigars
Sweet shorties
Living the life of a superstar

Didn't I give 'em all to you?
True,it all belonged to you

Patience's a virtue you toiled with
Now your most valueable's what you'll pay with

After giving you what was always yours
Time to take what's yours...

Your soul boy....
That's my goal boy....

Your doom's divine
For you are entirely mine

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Soon the deal's made
Your destiny's hades

You can scream to the gods
But how long will you try?

Weep not child
For you'll surely die