Born In The Ghetto

Yeah, it's time, baby

It's time to speak the truth, maturity

Niggas gotta evolve to let niggas know the real

Call yourself real, ya gotta start speakin' about the real

This is Joe Crack, The Don an' this is what I'm bringin' to you

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 an' anxiety

Is gonna make me show another side of me

My niggas ride with me 'cause I'm the truth

There's benefits to rollin' with this clique

Don't nobody fuck with you

Still they label me a tyrant an' 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', be? I'm for unity, Latins an' 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 failin' 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

I was born in the ghetto

Tremblin', tryin' to stay alive

'Cause when you're born in the ghetto

No one seems to hear your cry

Brown skin, you know I love my brown skin

Every day, I'm confronted with racism

These motherfuckin' coppers wanna bag us

An' 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 an' 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 disgustin'

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

I was born in the ghetto

Tremblin', tryin' to stay alive

'Cause when you're born in the ghetto

No one seems to hear your cry

Yeah, so much pain

Trying hard to stay alive, stay alive

Out in these streets

Man, sometimes it can get so tough

Yeah, yes, it can, yes, it can, yeah

It can get so hard, so hard, so hard