HIP HOP and Diamonds

Here yee here yee
What do yall see
You see Jacob the sheep
As Gangsta as he can be

I be rhymin this mornin
Too tiered to write proper
I am the only sheep you will know
Who is a real tight rapper

I be writtin tonight about the hard life
Bout struggles and what they make
They create a soul in us
A heart, if we aint fake

Under pressure is a good thing
It makes carbon into diamond
Silver and brass will melt under regular heat
But what about platinum

Its the struggles that make us they say
Determine our integrity and real grit
Its the dodgy ones who upon seeing issues
Blame others, or worse, they split

You choose your struggles though
There are those u can avoid
But picking the battle for the true cause is awesome
The things the society tries to hide

Ones got to open his soul to new ideas
In the brain and heart are where the real battles wage
Territory or land or religion may be used as the pretext
But issues really happen when one's mentality is in a cage

I saw the sun rise this mornin
Over a flat ocean horizin
Across the world there are numerous folks
And millions of wars they are fighting

Stop this garbage you folks
Says the white gansta sheep J to the dawg
Dont live in ignorance
In your mind it creates a fog

There is truth out there to seek
And the humble and meek with inherit the earth
If i live up to my ideals and morals
I will be ok, even if i am poor as dirt