Blood Diamonds from Revolution by Rock Box

They want them blood diamonds, don't they homie?
Six mill on my head, got a snitching "Rolle".
Time should tell, but I don't think they really know me.
Six mill. dead. I told them cop that new heat brodi.
I told them lies like; shorty want a "Bad Boy",
mamma wear them jeans tight if you want a "Hot Boy"
"Get Rich, Or Die Tryin" , can't you see the signs boy?
Massah make us kill off our own. We want a throne.
Only temporary to own, cloned for cold conspiracy.
Lucifer holding the chains of rappers rocking gold.
Give em "Blood Diamonds" our children, the price of our souls.
Unfair trade some might say.
we contribute to be slaves in this modern day.
We're slayed...By our lyric consumption and malnourished of the ancient scrolls.
A true substance built to make us whole.

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• christian
• gospel
• instrumental
• rap
• Albuquerque