Tytuł: Born In The Ghetto

• Wykonawca: Fat Joe
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[Intro - Fat Joe - Lamajic talks & harmonizes in background]
  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 speakin about the real
  This is Joe Crack The Don, and this is what I'm bringin to you
  
  [Fat Joe]
  Uh, yo, nowadays, I'm flirtin with uncertain death
  Lord I gotta be dyin, cause after all this cryin, 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 cause I'm the truth
  There's benefits to rollin 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 it attach
  Born together, voted alike
  These uncle charm politicians ain't holdin us right
  How could the same nigga be 20 years in office
  When it's clear the only thing that's risin is unemployment
  Abortion, little kids havin kids
  The school system is failing us, now ain't that some shit
  While the rich keep gettin richer, the poor keep dyin young
  I can't hide no more, the time has come
  
  [Chorus - Lajamic - w/ ad libs]
  I was born in the ghetto
  Tremblin, tryin' a stay alive
  Cause when you're born in the ghetto
  No one seems to hear your cry
  
  [Fat Joe]
  Brown skin, you know I love my bra-ha-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 wearin, 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 somethin
  Laughin, tellin jokes by the thousands
  Two 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
  Still we live amongst 'em, everybody wants out
  That's why we rap like we got silver spoons in our mouths
  Like we ain't grow up on welfare
  Nigga don't even go there, you probably wore Pro Players
  We need to educate the youth, tell our seeds the truth
  Too much to share, the bare minimum will exceed the proof
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Lajamic - singing until fade]
  Oh, yeah, so much pain
  Tryin hard to stay alive, stay alive
  Out in these streets, oooh [harmonizing]
  Man sometimes in can get so tough
  Oh yeah, yes it can
  Yes it can, yeah
  It can get so hard, so hard, so hard