To each and kind (London ghetto, ghetto) Every ghetto of mind (Manchester ghetto, ghetto) To each and kind (Leeds ghetto, ghetto) Every frame of mind (UK ghetto, London ghetto)
To each of kind (North ghetto, West London ghetto) a ghetto frame of mind (South ghetto) To and every kind It's rasket, with a ghetto of mind yo
We up in the ghetto, were summer times short Straight action, you don't stop for a use crime as the way to pay the bills The unlucky end up getting caught We up in the ghetto, were the going gets rough Our money's been around, but it's never been Most given no choice but to hustle Sum down when the going gets tough
Deep in the mind, there's all kinds of different still struggle to be equal So many characters, for main The good, the bad, the ugly, and the Deep in the manna the poverty's visible not a lot sweet, so most look miserable Most in to the devil, took the wrong path Sum kept their faith, and pray for a miracle
Sucker stars emerge from the Upper MCs struggle to be heard Boy then, they searchin' for the next bird Fuck, talk, and they live by there word Shoters keep the money going Kids go astray, most never get I've noticed, there's a ghetto in every And the skies are empty, 'cuz the 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 I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by
We up in the ghetto, saw real life pain Real life struggle, with real strain Real life kiddies, with life guns And real life muvas loose, real sons Gang wars on the dark Flore seasons Beef after beef, just to be the top Big arm slash, hit the bricks high brudas, gotta maintain reps
What's that all about, I ask my before I swing More time, I'm beefing ova any little Beef in any area, of tha vicinity My ghetto of mind, makes me prone to hostility To mah bredrins locked up, to mah young muvas Each and every crew and color, ghetto and brudas If you you from the slums, keep repping no doubt ghetto if you must, just remember to get out
Sometimes I'm lost, up at the sky I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I'm lost, myself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I get by
I'm lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I to cry up at the sky, get by