by David Wallace Nov 5, 2005
category :
Life, society /
about society
We steal 4 the diamonds/ hustle 4 the diamonds/ pop necklaces of niggas necks/ kill 4 the diamonds/ Is it that important when our lives we are compromising?/ This material thing is killing our soul/ but mines is kept alive by an undeniable flow/ As the world rotates and seasons change/ all things grimy remains the same/ Wed-locked on this hazardous ghetto/ Don\'t have shit so we desire the material things to feel special/ Crystal bright liquor filled to the brim/ Black Benz tinted windows with spinning rims/ Material things can disappear before an eye blink/ Unsatisfied there is people all around the world who don\'t even have nothing 2 drink/ This rap thing to me is golden zales/ Good spirit is forever and is not 4 sell. |