Born in the Ghetto

Fat Joe

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    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

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    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

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    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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    Composición: Joe Cartagena

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