Born in the Ghetto

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 speaking 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 dying,

coz after all this crying, 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 coz I'm the truth

There's benefits to rolling 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 are attached

Born together, roaded in life

These uncle charm polititions ain't holdin us right

How could the same nigga be 20 years in office

when it's clear the only thing that's rising is unemployment,

abortion, little kids having kids

the school system is failing us, now ain't that some shit?

While the rich keep gettin richer, the poor keep dying young,

I can't hide it no more, the time has come

(chorus)

I was born in the ghetto,

trembling, try'na stay alive

Coz when you're born in the ghetto,

No-one seems to hear you cry

Brown skin, you know I love my bro-o-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'RE WEARING,

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 something

Laughin, tellin jokes by the thousands

2 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

Stii=ll, we live amongst them, everybody wants out

That's why we rap like we got silver spoons in our mouth

Like we ain't grow up on welfare

Nigga don't even go there, you probably wore Pro-Plares!

We need to educate the youth,

tell the seeds the truth

Too much to share, the bare minimum will exceed the proof

(chorus)

I was born in the ghetto,

trembling, try'na stay alive

Coz when you're born in the ghetto,

No-one seems to hear you cry

Ooh, yeah

So much pain

Tryin hard to stay alive, stay alive

Out in these streets, oooh

Man sometimes in can get so tough

Oh yes, yes it can

Yes it can, yeah

It can get so hard, so hard, so hard