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To each of every (North London ghetto, London ghetto) With a frame of mind (South ghetto) To and every kind rasket, with a ghetto frame of mind yo
We up in the ghetto, were summer times short action, you don't stop for a thought Most use as the way to pay the bills The unlucky ones end up getting We up in the ghetto, were the going gets rough Our money's been around, but it's been enough Most given no choice but to hustle Sum break down when the gets tough
Deep in the mind, there's all kinds of different still struggle to be equal So characters, for main tacks The good, the bad, the ugly, and the Deep in the manna the poverty's visible There's not a lot sweet, so most miserable Most in to the devil, took the wrong path Sum their faith, and still pray for a miracle
Sucker stars emerge the curb Upper coming MCs struggle to be Boy then, they searchin' for the next bird Fuck, talk, murder and they by there word Shoters keep the money round go astray, most never get found I've noticed, a ghetto in every town And the skies are empty, 'cuz the are on the ground
Sometimes I'm lost, up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, but I still get by Sometimes I'm lost, myself why Sometimes I to cry, but somehow I still get by
We up in the ghetto, saw real life pain life struggle, with real life strain Real life kiddies, real life guns And real life loose, real life sons Gang wars irrupting on the Flore seasons Beef after beef, just to be the top Big arm slash, hit the Stratford Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain
What's that all about, I ask my before I swing More time, I'm ova any little fing Beef in any area, of tha vicinity My ghetto frame of mind, makes me prone to To mah bredrins locked up, to mah baby muvas Each and every 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
I'm lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I get by Sometimes I'm lost, asking why Sometimes I feel to cry, but I still get by
Sometimes I'm lost, up at the sky I feel to cry up at the sky, get by