Born and Raised In the Ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

Yeah, Yo

Until it's my time to come

When it goes down and die young

With the good ones they call us thugs and hoodlums

Learn to believe, like the Qur'ans to Muslims

When it's war, we all ride the whole hood comes

The sky slopes for **** with high hopes

Politician hand in your pocket tryna buy votes

Staring down the barrel of a periscope

Got us screamin' in the megaphone, leave us alone

My ****'ll leave home, but they ain't leavin' the chrome

And you don't really want a piece so just leave it alone

Still in the hood looking good

But these ghetto kids looking out

And they ain't learnin' shit about

The life has been about when your out there

And very scared ya with me, we in the inner city

P come and get me out the block

Before my raw toddlers rots and my tall toddler dots

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

Fiends stay on the jones

Cops stay working the beat

Young thugs walking the steet

Carrying heat, swearing and brawls

Cold hearted dots, reppin' Canada's first block

Regent Park, the ghetto

Another shot rang out

From a young king holdin' something he couldn't handle

Pops never took the time to teach him

Like son make sure you have a firm grip on anything you squeezing

You play the streets all four season

You never had a reason to forfeit

The 4-5 will make him cough shit

Piss out blood, rearange your mug

Now that's what you get when you fuck with a thug

You can tell the judge

I'm fighting till the case gone

In a place where the weak starve

And the strong get sprayed on

Days long, nights longer with drama

Unfolds, guns unload

Nobody knows that's the street code

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

So the ghetto to me and ghetto to you

So save all them thoughts that you think that the ghetto can be

Snotty nose kids runnin' round oh so clean

This park is full of dirty cream with nothin' but big dreams

Of one day making that big cream

It would seem so hard to shake it

And it's hard to face, so many broken hearted faces

Doing whatever it takes, whatever the stakes to make it

Regent Park masses, the that's cool rock classics

Sunday in the park rollin' up caspers

Fast cash, with the flip bills, shit's to real

To handle on the beach so we keep it in the streets

And you ask me why I act this way

I'm from a park where we don't play

That's why I rap this way

For all my people who don't have nothin'

Tryna have somethin'

Everybody keepin' it true, this ones for you

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto