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Born In The Ghetto (edited album version) - Fat Joe (肥仔乔)
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
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 f**k with you
Still they label me a tyrant and a backstabber
But study the facts of crack
The sh*t 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 ni**a 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 sh*t
While the rich keep gettin richer
The poor keep dyin young
I can't hide no more the time has come
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

Brown skin

You know I love my bra-ha-own skin
Everyday I'm confronted with racism
These motherf**kin 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 f**k out the car where the drugs at
All the jewelry you wearin where the f**kin 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
Ni**a 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

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

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