Born & Raised Songtext
von Mavado

(DASECA)
Rasta
Wooie
No
No one
No one feels our pain
Driving the poor insane
Insane


Me ah talk about di poor, di poverty and di pressure
Can′t take it no more, too much youths pon stretcher
Dem nuh really want fi see di ghetto yute dem richer
Suh dem plan fi kill we out and take we out of di picture
Ghetto youths don't be no snitcher
Ghetto girls, just be wise and don′t be no bitch, yeah?
Keep your eyes and di prize and be di star that glitter
Keep your head and get a job, I don't want you be a sitter
'Cause I′m not from this place, you know I′m just a visitor
And to how me see di race ah run, it's going be bitter
For di strongest of di strongest and di fitter di fitter
I was born and raised to be no quitter

I was born and raised, enuh
In di ghetto for years and years, enuh
My people cry tears and tears, yuh know?
No food for days and days, enuh
I was born and raised, enuh
In di ghetto for years and years, enuh
No food for days and days, enuh
My people cry tears and tears, yuh know?

They ask where I′ve been
I said I have never been shopping
All I see is a coffin
They'll ask about Mac, about who shot him
It just di way of the system
They eradicate and make victim
Just keep di faith, I′m insisting
All my beautiful people are you listening?


I was born and raised, enuh
In di ghetto for years and years, enuh
My people cry tears and tears, yuh know?
No food for days and days, enuh
I was born and raised, enuh
In di ghetto for years and years, enuh
No food for days and days, enuh
My people cry tears and tears, yuh know?

No one feels our pain (no one feels the pain)
(The pain that we're feeling)
Driving the poor insane (only drive the poor insane)
Hey (no, no, no)
It′s getting too much, grave (no one ever feels our pain)
And di Biggerheads ah talk, di thing is just di same (they talk about the change)
(Everything remains the same)

I was born and raised, enuh
In di ghetto for years and years, enuh (ghetto life is hard)
My people cry tears and tears, yuh know?
No food for days and days, enuh
(I was born and raised)
I was born and raised, enuh
In di ghetto for years and years, enuh
No food for days and days, enuh (ooh, ooh)
My people cry tears and tears, yuh know? (Ooh, ooh)

Oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was born and raised
Cry tears for years
Cry tears through the years
Cry tears for years
Mhm, mhmm, mhmm
Oooh, oooh
Mhm, mhmm, mhmm