Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Born and Raised, artist - Smif-N-Wessun. Album song Born and Raised, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.12.2013
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Born and Raised |
| Dem seh a how we live mek we nuh know better yah |
| Inna di rainy rainy weather, we a guarded 'pon di border |
| We haffi hol' di order |
| Still yuh know we dere 'pon we own |
| Cau' we a likkle, we a search for gold |
| Nuh mek no bwoy come take we throne |
| We haffi hol' it strong, yah! |
| I was born and raised |
| In a place everyday where bullets nuh stop reign |
| I was born and raised |
| Wit' a spliff inna mi mout' and a gun 'pon me waist |
| I was born and raised |
| By di pimps an' di hustlers, the homeless, the strays |
| I was born and raised to know, recognize, slow all di hate |
| Rudebwoy grown upon his own damn two |
| Runnin' 'round doin' what the rudebwoy do |
| Wanna be a bad man |
| He was born up in the badland |
| Never knew his father |
| No one there to give him guidance |
| Started smokin' marijuana |
| Hanging out, having all nighters |
| His mommy never liked it |
| She told him I won’t come visit you in Rikers |
| She said: you never wan' go Rikers Island |
| He caught a charge for carrying a gun |
| For some it’s rites of passage |
| (To the streets we make a marriage) |
| Concrete jungle with the savages |
| (We facin' different challenges) |
| Only the strong will survive |
| (Living in the belly) ‘cause the beast swallow you alive |
| Preaches couldn’t save him (but a gangster still prays) |
| Keep the humble when you hustle |
| Live to see another day |
| I was born and raised |
| In a place everyday where bullets nuh stop reign |
| I was born and raised |
| Wit' a spliff inna mi mout' and a gun 'pon me waist |
| I was born and raised |
| By di pimps an' di hustlers, the homeless, the strays |
| I was born and raised to know, recognize, slow all di hate |
| What type of nigga, slang and bang in the streets? |
| (A bad man) |
| That’s the type of company you keep |
| They say the energy gets circulated |
| (Vibes get communicated) |
| The actions and the mannerisms imitated |
| Sharp dressed (Jah Bless) |
| When you see 'em salute your highness (Salute!) |
| He’s one of fifteen out his daddy’s sack |
| Him was a true gun man so him come from that |
| Raised in the ghetto singin' songs of survival |
| Where we learn to conquer fears and our friends become our rivals |
| It’s a concrete jungle where the savage rules |
| And violence begets violence, wah yuh do? |
| Live fast, die young |
| You never know when the death angel come |
| Life is shorter than a midget on the curbside |
| So, lift up your life and enjoy the ride |
| I was born and raised |
| In a place everyday where bullets nuh stop reign |
| I was born and raised |
| Wit' a spliff inna mi mout' and a gun 'pon me waist |
| I was born and raised |
| By di pimps an' di hustlers, the homeless, the strays |
| I was born and raised to know, recognize, slow all di hate |