Diamonds On My Pinky Lyrics - Death Of A Pop Star - David Banner

Dreams is screaming demons hearing death whispers hello 

My shell's strong, my soul's green lantern wearing yellow hello week 

A hell week pledging for heaven state I got a knife to say tin 

Swimming in hell's lake fire ire wiz saying calls within criss miss 

My hood but of that, white man named Bill good and my sexing 

It's like rumble telling sound wave it's time for my ejection 

Obama want election but my folks still suffering 

My friends popping pills but the thangs ain't buffering 

Man it's hard for a pimp mama burped me from my ass instead of boy used to shit 

But she squeezed before I dip but trip a small from a glitch 

She said you feel me? Yeah I like your senses 

Ma look up in fresh, time for me to do self 

Like georges for the jerkin, I try suicide but the gun wouldn't work, bang 

It's the same damn thang, the boys clubs whosing while they build the peer of change 

Look at your pinky [?] the souls on the main 

Yeah we really volunteered souls on the hand 

But I'm from Mississippi where you let your nuts hanging 

Where the white folks let my ass justice do the same, damn, damn, damn, damn.