Text Písně: Born In The Ghetto - Fat Joe

Yeah,
It's time, baby
It's time to speak the truth, maturity
Huh, niggas gotta evolve to let niggas know the real
Ya call yourself real, ya gotta start speaking about the real
This is Joe Crack The Don, and this is what i'm bringin' to you

uh, yo
nowadays, I'm flirtin with uncertain death
Lord I gotta be dying,
coz after all this crying, how much more hurtin's left?
When will the pain stop?
This depression and anxiety
is gonna make me show another side of me
My niggas ride with me coz I'm the truth
There's benefits to rolling with this clique,
don't nobody fuck with you
Still they label me a tyrant and a backstabber
but study the facts of Crack, the shit don't add up
I'm bringin opportunity to my community
Probably the only rapper that cares
but still you out to ruin me
Who you foolin B? I'm for unity
Latins and Blacks, could you fathom the strength
we have of the two are attached
Born together, roaded in life
These uncle charm polititions ain't holdin us right
How could the same nigga be 20 years in office
when it's clear the only thing that's rising is unemployment,
abortion, little kids having kids
the school system is failing us, now ain't that some shit?
While the rich keep gettin richer, the poor keep dying young,
I can't hide it no more, the time has come

(chorus)
I was born in the ghetto,
trembling, try'na stay alive
Coz when you're born in the ghetto,
No-one seems to hear you cry

Brown skin, you know I love my bro-o-own skin
Everyday I'm confronted with racism
These motherfuckin coppers
wanna bag us and have us shackled up in state prisons
After all the taxes I pay,
you would think when they stop us
they would have something nicer to say
than "GET THE FUCK OUT THE CAR!
WHERE THE DRUGS AT?
ALL THE JEWELRY YOU'RE WEARING,
WHERE THE FUCKIN GUNS AT?"
Once they search the car clean and find nothin,
the same crooked cops try to act like they know us or something
Laughin, tellin jokes by the thousands
2 seconds ago they tried to send us to the mountains
Leave my son without a father, my wife without a husband
the more I think about it, man it's just disgusting
Stii=ll, we live amongst them, everybody wants out
That's why we rap like we got silver spoons in our mouth
Like we ain't grow up on welfare
Nigga don't even go there, you probably wore Pro-Plares!
We need to educate the youth,
tell the seeds the truth
Too much to share, the bare minimum will exceed the proof

(chorus)
I was born in the ghetto,
trembling, try'na stay alive
Coz when you're born in the ghetto,
No-one seems to hear you cry

Ooh, yeah
So much pain
Tryin hard to stay alive, stay alive
Out in these streets, oooh
Man sometimes in can get so tough
Oh yes, yes it can
Yes it can, yeah
It can get so hard, so hard, so hard

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