Brown sugar hill,grew black rosaries from cotton fields.
Diamonds out of hard coal, food seasoned with all soul.
That's gangster, The girls are like the pearls in the clam.
The sun,moon and stars, leaves that curled from the plant.
Trees planted in the roots, D's planted on the roof.
Looking for loopholes as we loopholes thru our boots.

That's just a little something ya'know!!!