To each and every kind
London ghetto Birmingham ghetto
Every ghetto frame of mind
Manchester ghetto Newton ghetto
To each and every kind
Leeds ghetto Liverpool ghetto
Every ghetto frame of mind
UK ghetto East London ghetto
To each of every kind
North London ghetto West London ghetto
We've a ghetto frame of mind
South London ghetto
To each and every kind
It's rasket we've a ghetto frame of mind
We grew up in the ghetto we're summer times short
Straight action you don stop for a thought
Most use crime as the way to pay the bills
The unlucky ones end up gettincaught
We grew up in the ghetto we're the goingets rough
Our money been around but it never been enough
Most ain't given no choice but to hustle
Sum break down when the goingets tough
Deep in the mind there all kinds of different people
Minorities still struggle to be equal
So many characters for main tacks
The good the bad the ugly and the evil
Deep in the manner where the poverty visible
There not a lot sweet so most look miserable
Most cave in to the devil took the wrong path
Some kept their faith and still pray for a miracle
Sucker stars emerge from the curb
Upper comin
MCs struggle to be heard
Boy them they searchinfor the next
Chile bird
F**k talk murder and they live by they word
Shotters keep the money goinround
Kids go astray most never get found
Sometimes
I lost look up at the sky
Sometimes
I feel to cry but somehow
I still get by
Sometimes
I lost askinmyself why
Sometimes
I feel to cry but somehow
We grew up in the ghetto saw real life pain
Real life struggle we've real life strain
Real life kiddies we've real life guns and real life muvas loose real life sons
Gang wars irrupting on the dark flor
Seasons Beef after beef just to be the top geezers
Big arm slash hit the
Stratford bricks
Ghetto high brudas gotta maintain reps
What that all about
I ask my self before
I swing More time
I beefinover any little fing
Beef in any area region of the vicinity
My ghetto frame of mind makes me prone to hostility
To my bredrins locked up to my young baby muvas
Each and every crew and colour ghetto sisters and brothers
If you know you from the slums keep reppinno doubt
Sometimes
I lost look up at the skies
Sometimes
I feel to cry but somehow
I still get by
Sometimes
I lost askinmyself why
Sometimes
I feel to cry but somehow
I still get by
Sometimes
I lost look up at the sky
Sometimes
I feel to cry look up at the sky get by
