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

The wind blows hard across the Texas plains Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playin' in the burnin' sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls but just one comes The other one runs With a Christian sense of wrong and right We were born and raised in black and white One learned to pray, one loved to fight We were born and raised in black and white We were born and raised in black and white Brother took to the gospel road Spent his whole live saving souls When he looked at me, his blood ran cold He didn't even try I had no dreams, I had no plans But a gun felt good in my right hand The warden asked, "How come you killed that man?" I said, "I don't know why" "Welcome home," said the hot moonlight We were born and raised in black and white One lives to pray, one prays for life We were born and raised in black and white We were born and raised in black and white Someone handed me a cigarette They offered me my last request I asked my mortal soul be blessed By someone close to me He came to me with trembling hands He swore he'd never understand I said it's just what life had planned It's destiny Don't waste your tears on me tonight We were born and raised in black and white I chose the dark, you chased the light We were born and raised in black and white We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas plains Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain

I was eight and he was late in life But still as sharp as that old Case knife That lives inside the pocket of his working shirt They never made a car he couldn't fix They never spent long up on bricks Always charged a little less than he was worth Ain't too many like him on this earth People say I'm like my dad Hey, I can't argue with that After all we're both cut from that same Carhartt canvas cloth So if we look you in the eye and shake your hand too tight Well, the truth is we're both trying to be Like the man who raised the man who raised me He took and taught me how to cast a line And the way to say grace at suppertime And how to handle and respect a loaded gun Heard the war made Grandpa tough Guess the grandkids softened him up 'Cause he never really was that hard on us Nothing like my aunts and uncles claim he was People say I'm like my dad Hey, I can't argue with that After all we're both cut from that same Carhartt canvas cloth So if we look you in the eye and shake your hand too tight Well, the truth is we're both trying to be Like the man who raised the man who raised me How to keep and treat a woman And cherish fifty years of moments People say I'm like my dad Hey, I can't argue with that After all we're both cut from that same Carhartt canvas cloth And when that sad day rolls around and he's lowered in the ground I hope they all can look at me and see The man who raised the man who raised me He raised me

Frass di baddest Cobra, Braeton,(portmore), Where chef ah go inna mi war, Inna apron, Ah whappen to dem? Mi bust it up offah Satan, Mi rifle dem a sing sweeter than Akon. () War is in di air! Tell dem fi prepare! Gully God, Buss up di bumboclat rifle mek dem hear! Clap it ova dere! Bust it ova dere! Dem scare! Mi nuh see nuh bwoy, Pussyhole mi fear! (One) Mi realize ah dead man walking. Face me, you get yuh head bust out! (Time) You dead easy, Dem find you widd yuh suck-tongue cut out. Di gyal dem seh you love suck tings, Push mi gun inna your mouth And mek you suck out. How much time you fi dead inna di war? How much time yuh wah your head buss out? Mi see you first mi gun ah bust uno know me, Di fag a gwan like is ah on-going story. When Gully God a kill Di God a kill fi di glory. We haffi dead, But bumbahole dead before me! And dem a hype widd a one gun And ah hype widd a two gun, Gully God a fiyah new gun. Twenty man a fiyah one strap Dat a crew gun, Infa-red well screw dung. Inna face dem see di nine, Head flat out like a shoes tongue, Kibaki nuh cater ah f'who son. Knock head outtah socket, Mi bust di big matic Ah suh mi kill bwoy gruesome. () Yuh Hear! Dem bettah prepare! Gully God, Buss up di bumboclat rifle mek dem hear! Clap it ova dere! Bust it ova dere! Dem scare! Mi nuh see nuh bwoy, Pussyhole mi fear! (Two) Di forty shot fly through chest And mash up bwoy liver. Mi still bore di nozzle fi get biggah, Mi nuh puzzle inna war fi yuh figure. Mi fingah, never yet leff di triggah. You ah gyal inna di war Pussyhole see a wig yah. Ah jerk you ah jerk see a bib yah. Mi step from di gullside Fi kill him inna him yard, Him friend dem bawl out him nuh live yah. In ah di miggle of di Winter, Mi hotter than Summer. Di Gully God couldah never be a runner. Mi bust one inna yuh cat face, Likkle rat face, Gyal beat yuh because you ah tongue-ah. () War is in di air! Dem bettah prepare! Gully God, Buss up di bumboclat rifle mek dem hear! Clap it ova dere! Bust it ova dere! Dem scare! Mi nuh see nuh bwoy, Pussyhole mi fear! () Frass, Tell Tower Hill, Mi have di power still. Yeh, dem fi know. Every gully, every trench, Every board house, every zinc fence, Yeh Marvalley round ah Grench. War is di air, Grants pen, White Hall, outtah East, Ratford, ah whappen to dem? Cassava Piece, Gully Side, And Brooke Lane, Sea View, Riverton.

Hey gyal in a the tight up shorts Gyal you know it's all about you Bend over meck mi slap up yo ass Gyal yo know it's all about you Hey gyal in a the tight up shorts Gyal yo know it's all about you Slim waist and the round up ass Gyal yo know it's all about you (1) Mi love when wi f**k Never get a pu**y suh tight and buff Yo deh paw mi mind man a lust Sit down top a mi nine and plus Yo friend dem vex seh dem a go talk Yo deh a mi yard twenty four hour pass Mi go yo f**k fitness five hour class Yo man weak run come si the power boss (Repeat) (2) Gyal yo pu**y good Comfortable Well tone like the bass and treble You nuh meck mi feel irritable You have mi heart that visuable Gyal yo body up like 7 Tek king David put him in a heaven Mi live in a yo hole twenty four 7 Fi f**k you a cry me must be the devil (Repeat) (Repeat 1) (Repeat)

When ghetto youth buss you know dem hate wi Dem daughters love wi and dem lady Suh you nuh haffi question why dem hate wi A true wi nuh broke again wi pocket weighty () Inna God we trust God we trust Inna God we trust God we trust (1) Dem waan see wi fall down but a God lead US Then how wi fi pop down when a God we trust Christians a mad dem waan fi mad wi But wi naw go meck dem have wi Worldlyants a cops dem waan fi grab mi But mi under the blood of the almighty Yo black or if you whitey Go to church and highty, tighty You nuh see the league buck in the party Hi stronger when dem fight hi (Repeat) (2) When mi wake mi nuh waan see no problem Bees mi waan fi si pitch Dem a walk wid a crosses pon dem Too damn devilish The likkle st waan you fall in a pit Score off a yo life like a ball him a kick Spanish Town send dem wid the tall matic Dem badness gone in a lip Mi born wid the fire, mi nuh born in a it Stignant mi nuh stagnant wid it Spectacular, so dynamic High, so iconic Fast focus no alcoholic A the most high roll mi a keep Some nuh real a dem soul dem a flip (Repeat)

Selassie I Woohhhhahah dem rise against mi valley of the shadow of death I shall never fret Dem mussi think seh dem cyan stop mi from since One man mi fear Right di Messiah Mi a bwoy, believe inna prayer Mi step pon di bakklefield, without no shield All when shotta a fyah All when mi nuh have no food no wata Jah love mi never yet shorter Mi a talk this for real all di pain mi a feel Dem a kill wi sons and daughta Tell dutty mind Badmind fi fence wi Dem coulda neva live fi bench wi Cause to jah gi di praise fi I-shence of days Yo wi basket nuh empty And nuff time dem try fi tek mi Muss through mi a live by far a dem see Dem team up and try and try stop mi time From mi mek mi [? ] But a one man mi fear A di fadda Mi a bwoy, believe inna prayer Mi step pon di bakklefield, without no shield All when shotta a fyah All when mi nuh have no food no wata Jah love mi never yet shorter Mi a talk this for real all di pain mi a feel Dem a kill wi sons and daughta Seh weh you waan seh Di way you feel Mi nuh beg fren so we coulda neva deal From yuh try stop mi meal Seem like you a send mi to di bakklefield Press wey you waan press A yuh a steal Run wey you waan run, a yuh a wheel Then straight up then coulda the way you feel Man a soldier so mi coulda neva nail One man mi fear Right di Messiah Mi a bwoy, believe inna prayer Mi step pon di bakklefield, without no shield All when shotta a fyah All when mi nuh have no food no wata Jah love mi never yet shorter Mi a talk this for real all di pain mi a feel Dem a kill wi sons and daughta Tell dutty mind Badmind fi fence wi Dem coulda neva live fi bench wi Cause to jah gi di praise fi I-shence of days Yo wi basket nuh empty And nuff time dem try fi tek mi Muss through mi a live by far a dem see Dem team up and try and try stop mi time From mi mek mi [? ] One man mi fear Right di Messiah Mi a bwoy, believe inna prayer Mi step pon di bakklefield, without no shield All when shotta a fyah All when mi nuh have no food no wata Jah love mi never yet shorter Mi a talk this for real all di pain mi a feel Dem a kill wi sons and daughta