Born and Raised - Smif-N-Wessun, Smif N Wessun feat. Jr. Kelly

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