Sold Your Soul To The Devil

Sold Your Soul to The Devil.

You have certainly Got Talent; I can make you a big star stay with me kid I am sure you will go far.

All you need to do is sign right here and then here, then my trusted team will take it from there.

You sign in anticipation of deliverance of your dreams a world of luxury untold riches is all you can see.

Suitcases are purchased for you to live out of, a haircut, manicure, new wardrobes of clothes it doesn't matter if you like them or not.

Photographs in unhealthy poses showing too much flesh. Numerous people at once telling you what you must do next.

Town, city, country to country always on the move who you speak to and what you say the team will always choose.

Unpacking in hotel rooms only to repack in a few hours’ time, unable to speak to your family and out of contact with your real friends.

The excitement is short lived and gradually replaced with tiredness and a desire to be allowed to have some freedom and space.

Interviews on television and radio, hours of signing autographs always designed to push your music right up to the top of the charts.

Time zones overlapping grabbing a few hours’ sleep on the plane the same cycle every day you start to wonder will it ever end.

Three years of your life on the treadmill of fame giving every inch of your being to stay ahead of the game.

Millions of records sold topping the charts around the world, it seems to appear everything you touch just turns to gold.

You request some time out a chance to see your friends and family, you were told you would get all the time you want eventually.

As the months and years go by you are getting more and more down, your rewards for all your success just cannot be found.

You ask the questions you should have asked a long time before; the team have expensive homes and cars where are your rewards.

Exhausted, isolated and completely deflated you tell the team I've had enough I just can't take this anymore.

I have given every ounce of everything I can give but I'm the only one without a car or a home to live.

There is no point putting this much in if you are getting nothing out, you get moody, rant and rave, scream and shout.

You refused to leave your cramped cheap hotel room and try to catch up with your family and friends for a little while on zoom.

The door slams open the boss man storms in, who do you think you are and what the bloody hell are you thinking.

You try hard to explain but he's not listening, He shouts I control everything you do he keeps repeating.

You say show me where it says I must work for nothing every day, where I cannot have freedom, time off or even a chance to play.

We have a contract to control your affairs for five years, he lays out pages and papers and says please read here.

You can clearly see you have signed there and there, now you have a concert tonight, I'm expecting you to be there.

I don't want any more of this bullshit to be spoken. you then realise the devil has bought and owns your soul.

Tobani 2024.