You look down at the ringing phone, a dread on your face
Ignore the call and walk away,
He sneaks in, grabs your mouth and tackles you to the ground,
And the police all are on the news, a man is lecturing in his suit, about diamonds, yes diamonds,
Shed in blood and we kill over this.
Cocaine lips red ruby and brown curled hair, she wears it on her necklace, turns and kisses the prince
Holding his hands up to the sky quietly asking why his parents died,
Sierra lione
Sierra lione.
