*featuring Lamajic
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[Intro - Fat Joe - Lamajic talks & harmonizes in background]
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Yeah, it's time baby
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It's time to speak the truth, maturity
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Huh, niggas gotta evolve to let niggas know the real
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Ya call yourself real, ya gotta start speakin about the real
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This is Joe Crack The Don, and this is what I'm bringin to you
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[Fat Joe]
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Uh, yo, nowadays, I'm flirtin with uncertain death
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Lord I gotta be dyin, cause after all this cryin, how much more hurtin's left?
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When will the pain stop?
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This depression and anxiety, is gonna make me show another side of me
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My niggas ride with me cause I'm the truth
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There's benefits to rollin with this clique, don't nobody fuck with you
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Still they label me a tyrant and a backstabber
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But study the facts of crack, the shit don't add up
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I'm bringin opportunity to my community
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Probably the only rapper that cares, but still you out to ruin me
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Who you foolin B? I'm for unity, latins and blacks
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Could you fathom the strength, we have of the two it attach
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Born together, voted alike
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These uncle charm politicians ain't holdin us right
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How could the same nigga be 20 years in office
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When it's clear the only thing that's risin is unemployment
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Abortion, little kids havin kids
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The school system is failing us, now ain't that some shit
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While the rich keep gettin richer, the poor keep dyin young
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I can't hide no more, the time has come
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[Chorus - Lajamic - w/ ad libs]
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I was born in the ghetto
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Tremblin, tryin' a stay alive
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Cause when you're born in the ghetto
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No one seems to hear your cry
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[Fat Joe]
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Brown skin, you know I love my bra-ha-own skin
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Everyday I'm confronted with racism
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These motherfuckin coppers, wanna bag us and have us shackled up in state prisons
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After all the taxes I pay
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You would think when they stop us, they would have something nicer to say
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Than "get the fuck out the car, where the drugs at?
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all the jewelry you wearin, where the fuckin guns at?"
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Once they search the car clean and find nothin
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The same crooked cops try to act like they know us or somethin
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Laughin, tellin jokes by the thousands
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Two seconds ago they tried to send us to the mountains
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Leave my son without a father, my wife without a husband
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The more I think about it, man it's just disgusting
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Still we live amongst 'em, everybody wants out
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That's why we rap like we got silver spoons in our mouths
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Like we ain't grow up on welfare
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Nigga don't even go there, you probably wore Pro Players
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We need to educate the youth, tell our seeds the truth
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Too much to share, the bare minimum will exceed the proof
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[Chorus]
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[Lajamic - singing until fade]
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Oh, yeah, so much pain
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Tryin hard to stay alive, stay alive
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Out in these streets, oooh [harmonizing]
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Man sometimes in can get so tough
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Oh yeah, yes it can
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Yes it can, yeah
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It can get so hard, so hard, so hard
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Born In The Ghetto
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Fat Joe |