Blood Diamond

[Verse]
Pressure busts pipes, or it births the jewel—
Bloodline thick, rivers crimson fuel.
Teradome throne, where the rebels tread,
Diamonds in the dirt, where the ancestors bled.
[Chorus]
Vortex spinning, cranium cortex,
Knowledge in my veins, Ida-Pingala complex.
Young voice rising, echoes from the dead,
Pressure makes the diamond, your blood makes it red.
[Verse 2]
Metaverse dreaming, but my roots stay real,
Feet in the soil, pain I gotta feel.
Cracks in the ground, stories untold,
Every gem in my crown is a story of old.
[Bridge]
Shadows in the mines, where the light don't touch,
Sweat drips heavy, freedom costs too much.
Every shard glimmers with a silent scream,
Yet we wear 'em proud, like we own the dream.
[Chorus]
Vortex spinning, cranium cortex,
Knowledge in my veins, Ida-Pingala complex.
Young voice rising, echoes from the dead,
Pressure makes the diamond, your blood makes it red.
[Verse 3]
Digging deep, I find more than just stones,
I find the cries, the shattered bones.
Power in the truth, can't silence my tone,
Crown on my head, but it ain't just my own.

rap, young african voice, sharp-timed delivery, male vocals, hip-hop