Convict Diamonds©.DCP Records

Diamonds' are forever.

Allow me to break down the game,
behind closed doors, it's all about bracelets, earrings, chains, watches and rings.
The bling!
The crystal is incrusted, dimes are busted, for hard labour.
An we throwing this shit around like we passing it to the neighbour,
think about the source, the work gone into finding the rocks.
Children crawl in caves, digging without wearing the socks.
Cuts, blood, mixing with blood infested DNA.
Whilst rappers laugh it off, hanging chains around their necks,
Happens every year at the VMA.
Causes nothing but trouble, they attract robbers,
yo bitch, hit the moutherfucking d-e-c-k.
It's like diamonds are the older brother of the drug game.,
they bounce of each other, got one then the other come free,
with the fame.
Diamonds, Cocaine, that Porsche riding fast in the fast lane.
They all fancy, nice priceless, but they have a price.
A slave working day and night, just to get a pea size diamond.
Sometimes they may not find them, then they get punished.
The slave trader, the boss, might try to blind them.
Equation of all this is, looks of chains minus the bondage of a slave trades pain.
Lucky to drink water, from the fucking rain.

Remember where those rocks on your fingers and neck come from.