Born and Raised

(DASECA) Rasta Wooie No No one No one feels our pain Driving the poor insane Insane Me ah talk about di poor, di poverty and di pressure Can't take it no more, too much youths pon stretcher Dem nuh really want fi see di ghetto yute dem richer Suh dem plan fi kill we out and take we out of di picture Ghetto youths don't be no snitcher Ghetto girls, just be wise and don't be no bitch, yeah? Keep your eyes and di prize and be di star that glitter Keep your head and get a job, I don't want you be a sitter 'Cause I'm not from this place, you know I'm just a visitor And to how me see di race ah run, it's going be bitter For di strongest of di strongest and di fitter di fitter I was born and raised to be no quitter I was born and raised, enuh In di ghetto for years and years, enuh My people cry tears and tears, yuh know? No food for days and days, enuh I was born and raised, enuh In di ghetto for years and years, enuh No food for days and days, enuh My people cry tears and tears, yuh know? They ask where I've been I said I have never been shopping All I see is a coffin They'll ask about Mac, about who shot him It just di way of the system They eradicate and make victim Just keep di faith, I'm insisting All my beautiful people are you listening? I was born and raised, enuh In di ghetto for years and years, enuh My people cry tears and tears, yuh know? No food for days and days, enuh I was born and raised, enuh In di ghetto for years and years, enuh No food for days and days, enuh My people cry tears and tears, yuh know? No one feels our pain (no one feels the pain) (The pain that we're feeling) Driving the poor insane (only drive the poor insane) Hey (no, no, no) It's getting too much, grave (no one ever feels our pain) And di Biggerheads ah talk, di thing is just di same (they talk about the change) (Everything remains the same) I was born and raised, enuh In di ghetto for years and years, enuh (ghetto life is hard) My people cry tears and tears, yuh know? No food for days and days, enuh (I was born and raised) I was born and raised, enuh In di ghetto for years and years, enuh No food for days and days, enuh (ooh, ooh) My people cry tears and tears, yuh know? (Ooh, ooh) Oh, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I was born and raised Cry tears for years Cry tears through the years Cry tears for years Mhm, mhmm, mhmm Oooh, oooh Mhm, mhmm, mhmm