Diamonds not the stone, the doctrine
Fortune I can taste like copper on my tongue
Out in the open where the wolves run
Every empire's just a casket coming undone
I crave what pharaohs couldn't bury deep enough
The gleam ain't greed, it's gravity, it's pull
Diamonds in the marrow, in the way I walk
In the silence after threats when lesser men would talk
I don't negotiate with shadows at my door
I became the thing they whisper warnings for
Fortune ain't a blessing, it's a wound that glows
Cold and patient, waiting at the edge of light
I want the weight of it, the curse, the crown
Not clean money give me copper, give me rust
The kind of craving that outlives the flesh
A fortune isn't held, it holds you down
And when they dig me up a thousand years from now
They'll find the diamonds still beneath my brow
Not jewels, just the pressure that remained
The fortune was the wanting, not the thing obtained