About Me
MY SOUL
He borrows he steals, he throws it away,
he gives it to Satan every single day.
Who needs love, or family or friends,
When you got Satan riding shot gun again.
The skies turns dark and the wind picks up,
The storm clouds coming, and the days get ruff.
Satan rides with a smile, cause he knows his in charge,
his evil is around it's always at large.
So you pick up the pipe and inhale it deep,
Satan wins this battle, he can't stand defeat.
At the end of the night, when morning draws near,
your pockets are empty and in sets the fear.
You know he is evil but what can you do,
Your soul he does want that much is so true.
The next time he rides it may be with force,
It's not to late you can change the coarse..
The next time he comes slap him with chains,
Tell him not this time, I want play your games.
My life is mine, I'm in control,
To hell with Satan, God has my soul.
written by
Brenda Dolan
NEVER TOO LATE TOO CHANGE
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