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
T.I.A.
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1004 A Trail Of Fears Above Skies, Beneath Surfaces At The Edge Of The World Boneless Chainsaw Symphony Closing Credits Done And Dusted Hammered, Fucked and Boozed High Octane Hollowest Of Winds Jericho Juggernaut Life of Riley Motor-heavy Piss-take No Pattern Piss Drunk Reason Rock’n'Rollercoaster Run Stampmark Stationary Decay Surface Tempered The Queen Is Our Slave The Reason The Set-up Theopractical Visions, Revisions Welcome to the Pit
