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