| Rasta
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| Wooy
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| No, no one
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| No one feel our pain
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| It driving the poor insane, insane
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| Me a talk 'bout the poor, the poverty and the pressure
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| Can’t tek it no more, too much youth 'pon stretcher
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| Dem no really want fi see d ghetto youth dem richer
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| So dem plan fi kill we out and tek we out a the pitcher
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| Ghetto youths, don’t be no snitcher
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| Ghetto girls jus' be wise and don’t be no bitcher
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| Keep your eyes on the prize and on the star that glitter
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| Keep your head and get a job I don’t you sitta
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| 'Cause I’m not from this place, you know I’m just a visitor
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| And to how me see the race a run, it’s gon' be bitter
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| For the strongest a the strongest and the fit a the fitter
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| I was born and raised to be no quitter
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| I was born and raised enuh
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| In the ghetto for years and years enuh
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| My people cry tears and tears enuh
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| No food for days and days enuh
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| I was born and raised enuh
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| In the ghetto for years and years enuh
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| No food for days and days enuh
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| My people cry tears and tears enuh
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| They ask where I’ve been
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| I said I’ve never been shopping
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| All I see is a coffin
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| Don’t ask 'bout shot him
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| It’s just the way of the system
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| They eradicate every victim
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| Just keep the faith, I’m insisting
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| All my beautiful people, are you listening
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| I was born and raised enuh
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| In the ghetto for years and years enuh
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| My people cry tears and tears enuh
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| No food for days and days enuh
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| I was born and raised enuh
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| In the ghetto for years and years enuh
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| No food for days and days enuh
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| My people cry tears and tears enuh
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| No one feels our pain
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| (No one feels our pain that we’re feeling)
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| (Pain, that we’re feeling)
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| It driving the poor insane, insane, yeah
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| (You can never know, if only God reveals it)
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| It’s getting to my brain
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| (It's getting to my brain)
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| ('Cause no else can feel the pain)
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| And the bigger heads dem talk we things, just the same
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| (Only talk about the change)
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| (Everything remains the same)
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| I was born and raised enuh
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| In the ghetto for years and years enuh
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| My people cry tears and tears enuh
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| No food for days and days enuh
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| I was born and raised enuh
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| In the ghetto for years and years enuh
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| No food for days and days enuh
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| My people cry tears and tears enuh |