Fat Joe, Lamajic - Born in the Ghetto lyrics

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

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 benefit's 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

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

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

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