Born In The Ghetto Lyrics - Loyalty - Fat Joe

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 benefits 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 

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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 

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Oh, yeah, so much pain 

Tryin hard to stay alive, stay alive 

Out in these streets, oooh 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