My Business Poem by Aston Marley

The devil want my soul, but the blood of the lamb sanctify and save me. This is not the first timeevil forces want my business to become sickness, please don't push me into the pit of darkness; live and let live.

Am in my office laughing like hyena, working through every hour while drinking holy water. There's no break, no time to reminisce with my conscience at the lake. Am a businessman on a success level, nothing can bring me down not even the devil.

Am not here to bust brains, am here to crack skulls; take it or leave it you will soon realise that the consequence of love comes with pain and fear. The preacher is here again, screaming loud in the street about salvation for lost souls; my business is the refined old money empire.