born with an ak-47 in hand
used to blood in your hood
every week you lose a friend to war
tossed into a vicious circle
take the position that has been foregone
capable of anything so
be prepared ´cause this is Africa
shape and fate resembles
the skull a synonym of death
one child per carat turns a pale neck to red
diamonds are a girl´s best friend
and fiend to those whose blood is shed
trapped inside a vicious circle
take the position that has been foregone
capable of anything so
be prepared ´cause this is Africa
geared for gain an eye on profit, on another genocide
guns against some rotten sticks, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
playing the warlord in a game of domino
once it rolls the whole chain falls
one hits next, each after all
locked inside a vicious circle
t.i.A. - hey, this is Africa
