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| (intro) no one feels our pain driving the poor insane (verse 1) mia tauk bo di poor di pavaty and di presha cnt tek it nuh mor ghetto yute pon stretcha dem nuh really want fi si d ghetto yute dem richa suh dem plan fi kil wi out n tek wi out a di pichta ghetto yutes, dnt be no snitcha. ghetto girls jus be wyz n dnt be no bitcha. keep ur eyes and d prize and on the star dat glitta keep ur head and get a job i dnt u sitta. cuz im not from dis place u know im just a visita. n to how mi see di race a run its gon be bitta. a di stranges a di stranges and the fit a di fitta. i was borned and raised, cudnt be no quitta i was borned and raised ino. in di ghetto for years and years ino. my ppl cry tears and tear ino. no food for days and days ino. (chorus) i was borned and raised ino. in the ghetto for years and years ino . no fude for days and says ino. my ppl cried tears and tears ino (verse2) it jus d way of the system. they eradicate and mek victim. but jus keep d fate im insistin. all ma beautiful ppl are u listening? |
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