T.i.a. by Drone
T.i.a. lyrics
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
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