To each and kind (London ghetto, ghetto) Every ghetto of mind (Manchester ghetto, ghetto) To each and every (Leeds ghetto, ghetto) Every ghetto of mind (UK ghetto, East ghetto)
To each of every (North London ghetto, West ghetto) With a ghetto frame of (South ghetto) To each and every It's rasket, with a ghetto of mind yo
We up in the ghetto, were summer times short Straight action, you stop for a thought Most use crime as the way to pay the The ones end up getting caught We grew up in the ghetto, were the going rough Our been around, but it's never been enough Most ain't no choice but to hustle Sum break down when the going gets
Deep in the mind, all kinds of different people Minorities struggle to be equal So many characters, for tacks The good, the bad, the ugly, and the Deep in the where the poverty's visible There's not a lot sweet, so look miserable Most cave in to the devil, took the wrong Sum their faith, and still pray for a miracle
Sucker stars emerge the curb coming MCs struggle to be heard Boy then, they searchin' for the next Chile Fuck, talk, murder and they by there word Shoters keep the going round go astray, most never get found I've noticed, there's a ghetto in town And the skies are empty, the stars are on the ground
I'm lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I'm lost, asking why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I get by
We grew up in the ghetto, saw real pain Real life struggle, with real strain Real life kiddies, with real guns And real muvas loose, real life sons Gang wars irrupting on the Flore seasons Beef beef, just to be the top geezers Big arm slash, hit the bricks Ghetto high brudas, gotta reps
What's that all about, I ask my before I swing More time, I'm beefing ova any little in any area, region of tha vicinity My ghetto frame of mind, makes me prone to To mah bredrins locked up, to mah young baby and every crew and color, ghetto sistas and brudas If you know you from the slums, keep repping no Stay if you must, just remember to get out
Sometimes I'm lost, up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, but I still get by Sometimes I'm lost, asking why Sometimes I feel to cry, but I still get by
I'm lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I to cry up at the sky, get by