Born and Raised

[Intro] DASECA Rasta Wooee No No one No one feels our pain You're driving the poor insane Insane [Verse 1] Me a talk 'bout the poor, the poverty, and the pressure Can't take it no more, too much youth pon stretcher Dem no really want fi see the ghetto youth dem richer So dem plan fi kill we out and take we out of the picture Ghetto youths, don't be no snitch-a Ghetto girls, just be wise and don't be no bitch-a Keep your eyes on the prize, be the star that glitter Keep your head up, get a job, I don't want you sit-a 'Cause I'm not from this place, you know I'm just a visiter And to how me see the race a run, it's gon' be bitter For the strongest of the strongest, and the fit of the fitter I was born and raised to be no quitter [Chorus] I was born and raised, enuh In the ghetto, for years and years, enuh My people cry tears and tears, enuh No food for days and days, enuh I was born and raised, enuh In the ghetto, for years and years, enuh No food for days and days, enuh My people cry tears and tears, enuh [Verse 2] They ask me how I've been I say, I've never been shopping All I see is a coffin Don't ask about Mark, police shot him It's just the way of the system They eradicate every victim Just keep the faith, I'm insisting All my beautiful people, are you listening? [Chorus] I was born and raised, enuh In the ghetto, for years and years, enuh My people cry tears and tears, enuh No food for days and days, enuh I was born and raised, enuh In the ghetto, for years and years, enuh No food for days and days, enuh My people cry tears and tears, enuh [Verse 3] No one feels our pain (No one else can feel the pain that we're feeling) Pain that we're feeling Driving the poor insane (You would never know, only if God reveal it) Yeah It's getting to my brain (Now it's getting to my brain, 'cause no else can feel the pain) And the bigger heads a talk and things are just the same (Only talking 'bout the change) Everything remains the same [Chorus] I was born and raised, enuh In the ghetto, for years and years, enuh My people cry tears and tears, enuh No food for days and days, enuh I was born and raised, enuh In the ghetto, for years and years, enuh No food for days and days, enuh My people cry tears and tears, enuh [Outro] Born and raised Cry tears for days Born and raised Cry tears for days...