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

I hear the sound of a gravel road I feel the wheels of a Detroit steel takin' me home I see the house just up ahead Sing to the one, my daddy's son will lie awake in bed And dream myself to sleep And pray my soul to keep Plaid, dirt, white shirts, blue collar Still runnin' through my veins I was born small town, deep roots Mud on these boots I wouldn't change a thing It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised) (Born and raised) Born and raised I'll never leave this little town The family, the memories, the roots that I put down Know who I am, ain't gonna change Might find a brand new melody but the song remains the same I'm proud of where I'm from Yeah we're the lucky ones Plaid dirt, white shirts, blue collar Still runnin' through my veins I was born small town, deep roots Mud on these boots I wouldn't change a thing It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) Born and raised It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) Born and raised It's how I was born and raised I know that gravel road will always lead me home Somewhere that shootin' star points me to where you are I know that gravel road will always lead me home Somewhere that shootin' star points me to where you are Plaid dirt, white shirts, blue collar Still runnin' through my veins I was born small town, deep roots Mud on these boots I wouldn't change a thing It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) Born and raised It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) Born and raised (It's how I was born and raised) I'll never leave this little town

Was it bitter then, With our backs against the wall? Were we better men, Than we'd ever been before? Say, if she came again today, Would you still answer to the call? Tell the truth my friend, Don't it matter anymore? We were simple men, By her side when she was born. Talkin' about the dream. It was simple then, Like the freedom when you fall. And we were smaller then you see, But soon we gathered like a storm. They don't understand What that thunder meant at all. Was he crucified, Was he done in by the law? Are you satisfied, That he'll never ride again? Some people say he got away, They say he never died at all. If that story's true, Does it bother you my friend? Was it bitter then, With our backs against the wall? Spoken Say, two thousand years ago. Were we better men, Than we'd ever been before? Spoken Or two hundred years ago. Say, if she came again today, Would you still answer to the call? Or tomorrow. Tell the truth my friend, Don't it matter anymore?

In my own way, I'm a believer. In my own way, right or wrong. I don't talk too much about it. It's something I keep workin' on. I don't have too much to build on, My faith has never been that strong. There is a man there in that buildin'. He's a holy man, they say. He keeps talkin' about tomorrow, While I keep strugglin' with today. He preaches hellfire and brimstone, And heaven seems so far away. I do believe in a higher power. One that loves us, one and all. Not someone to solve my problems, Or to catch me when I fall. He gave us all a mind to think with. And to know what's right or wrong. He is that inner spirit, That keeps us strong. In my own way, I'm a believer. But not in voices I can't hear. I believe in a lovin' father. One I never have to fear, That I should live life at its fullest, Just as long as I am here. Mmm-mmm, mmm-mm.