Lyrics:
Born with an ak-47 in handUsed to blood in your hoodEvery week you lose a friend to warTossed into a vicious circleTake the position that has been foregoneCapable of anything soBe prepared 'cause this is AfricaShape and fate resemblesThe skull a synonym of deathOne child per carat turns a pale neck to redDiamonds are a girl's best friendAnd fiend to those whose blood is she'dTrapped inside a vicious circleTake the position that has been foregoneCapable of anything soBe prepared 'cause this is AfricaGeared for gain an eye on profit, on another genocideGuns against some rotten sticks, nowhere to run, nowhere to hidePlaying the warlord in a game of dominoOnce it rolls the whole chain fallsOne hits next, each after allLocked inside a vicious circleT.I.A. - hey, this is Africa