[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...
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