Non posso restare a quaiNon posso uscire a nulla parte senza un'animaCon me c'è il ruburo che c'è stato sempre fratimaMinuli vestiti tra la macchinaFaccio tutto a solo e non c'è un'animaMe ne abbaude a casa con una lacrimaE con una possibilità puruca e l'unicaContro una società che non me capisce e me giudicaCe ne sape il nuovo agnone che ho le facce e musicaE' una società che non te capisce e te giudicaE solo ci si fanno sordi, tieni un'ambizioneL'ulecchina giù con te chiude una passioneAlla creatività non dai mai considerazioneAn posto agli cristiani o ce cangiano un'azioneSometimes I feel worried cause I miss all the good friends that I've lostNon posso restare a quaiSometimes I try hard to get away from the place where I was bornI was born in a ghettoI was born in a ghettoBorn in a ghettoI was born in a ghettoI was born in a ghettoWell it's a bad man place but a poor man placeWhat a mad place they sayThey won't stay and still they questionWhat do I stand forWhat do you think is about to change nowIt's the place where morning sun is downThe good thing that we gotWhere all the people keep on dancingTo the sound of a reggae songCause life ain't easyJust believe meIt's a hard artBelieve in itYou gotta be fearlessSometimes I feel worried cause I miss all the good friends that I've lostNon posso restare a quaiSometimes I try hard to get away from the place where I was bornI was born in a ghettoI was born in a ghettoBorn in a ghettoI was born in a ghettoI was born in a ghettoI was born in a ghettoI was born in a ghettoI was born in a ghettoI was born in a ghettoI was born in a ghettoOh, oh, oh