It could get you killed, or Mark ya for ya last will, same thing but still,
Folks chasing after a mill, easiest ways to sell ya soul for a deal,
But ask yaself, is it worth it, loosin ya soul, for temporary profits,
See celebrities going through rituals, to sky rocket they careers it's crucial,
Wage their souls to gain control, but no soul light ain't brighten no more,
Bloods filling up the seas, to overseas, mother nature gossips freely,
She just waiting to strike violently, naw god won't be there to help thee,
Ya on ya own, tried to build a throne, falling down like modern day Babylon,
Temples is high tryna play a god, strikes deep in they hearts, and
They wonder why, pain comes to em, in the calmest form, snake charms,
Chattering teeth, once the see the serpent rising from beneath,
Necks hanging like a reef, you an Indian tryna play a chief,
At ease they ain't feeling these, soulful sounds of heaven's melody,
All deceit rolling on tv, money ain't the answer, draws victims like cancer,
Carefully architect the elect, and select, the few who's down with the crew,
They got the Willie brown itch, at crossroads tryna encounter the blitz,
Of ecstasy but them hell hounds, love the scents of souls desperately,
Know the power ain't in money, it's in the soul **** dough, ya know,