Born & Raised
Father Romie, Ghetto Godfather know
Ghetto youths worldwide, universal
(Di Teacher)
Society (Di Teacher) forsake we (Di Teacher)
Dem no feel the pain we feel
(Yo yah go see mi mada cry) the system
(Di Teacher) no really care (Di Teacher)
If we live or we die we Laugh or we cry
If a sadness or joy mi start try
Like the phone mi, mi life a flash
The way time fly so fast mi no wear no watch
Mi youth waan go school mi no have no cash
Mi insane like the mad man
Weh search the trash
Hey, mi black empress a sell punash
The way Gogo club ram no collage match
Police dem pon the ghetto
Youth like bandage patch
A four month dem remanding fi
The bag wid stash
Why mi haffi strap up every night so hard
Mi wonder if death pretty caw life suh hard
Eternity a hell a must my reward
Caw mi a hustle fi mi vehicle
And must buy mi yard
Mi have the member one criminal record
A true Jamaica people poor that's
Why life tek hard
Every youth fi get a visa fi gwaan abroad
Cause wi deh yah suh a suffer like a maga dog
I was born and raise in the ghetto
(Di Teacher)
Teacher was born and raised in the garrison
(Di Teacher) nuff youths dead, more a suffer
Ghetto youths deserve better (Facts)
Mi decide seh mi nah turn cruff
So mi link Leng a Big Yard and buy some stuff
In a bills a 50 bag mi wrapped dem up
The first day mi touch the
Road feds lock mi up
But wa, mi nah mek no bwoy mi up
Mi prefer hustle and rob fi that mi buss
Mi nah bow fi drive no car
Mi prefer hop the buss
Cause a suh ghetto youth full a pride
Mi poor but sell out life is not fi us
Down a Mckinley Crescent, dawgy strap mi fuss
Cause food haffi ever in a pot fi us
And a the road mi a touch out fi rust
Me love the youth dem suh mi teaching dem
But no
Not like the pastor wid the preaching dem
Mi tell dem seh don't rob nothing petty
Rob supm fi yo rich
Like Matterlon unleashing dem
I was born and raised in the ghetto
(Di Teacher)
I was born and raised in the garrison
(Di Teacher) nuff youths dead, more a suffer
Ghetto youths deserve better
Society forsake we
Dem no feel the pain we feel
(Yo yah go see mi mada cry)
The system no really care
If we live or we die if a sadness or joy
I was born and raised in the ghetto
(Di Teacher)
I was born and raised in the garrison
(Di Teacher) nuff youths dead, more a suffer
Ghetto youths deserve better
