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    "Born In The Ghetto" Lyrics

    Fat Joe

    [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


    [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
    This song was submitted on September 11th, 2009 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Andre Christopher Lyon, Eddie Lee Floyd, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Marcello Valenzano.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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