Diamonds And Guns

(Album: Transplants - 2002)

(Go Ahead)

Bombs going off in Sierra Leone
taken more shots than Karl Malone
Battle looms, your doom, injustice entombed
Who got the diamonds? Who gonna find them?
Who gonna mine them, when the time comes?
Diamonds and Guns, Diamonds and Guns.

[Chorus:]
It's a wicked world that we live in
It's cruel and unforgiving
It's a wicked world that we live in
It's cruel and unforgiving

Knock, knock, knock, who's that? It's Momma, son
Looking for the bitch who took the money and run
Now the daylight's gone and there's no more fun
And who's the fucking bitch who stole all the heroin?
Heroin, heroin, it's all gone
Smoked it all up, and now you got none
And now you look around and that's not the plan
This is not what you had in mind

I shot in heaven, now I cry
No one lives forever, in fact we all die
From those who bust shots to those who stuff cops
To those who serve rocks on all the hard blocks
Every last soul must pay the last toll
In the dice game of life, who gets the last roll?
Is it the one with the suit? The one with the sack?
The one who hides behind his fucking gun and his badge?
Negative outlook? Well that's how I'm living
And like he said, it's a wicked world we live in
It's a wicked world we live in

I'm wiggin out, flipping out, hearts is what I'm ripping out
I'm slipping out, I'm dipping out, killin's what I'm living now
Victim, let me pick 'em out, spin and let me whip it out
Gat to your face with the fucking bullets sticking out
Missing out, diss and bout, blood's what you're pissing out
84 I'm Crazy Horse, shooting up, I'm illing out
Ripping out, I'm tripping out, different now, I'm pimping out
any color at my belt and ouch while they're clippin out
Criminal I'm hitting out, in L.A. no getting out
2 1 3, pack your P, fly wicked style
Listen now, I'm sinning out, a 6-pack I'm sipping out
HA HA HA HA HA!

[Chorus]

yo, representing no doubt
2002 baby transplants
WHAT! HA HA HA!