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, Look you We grew up in the ghetto, we're summer times short Straight action, you don’t stop for a thought Most use crime as the way to pay the bills The unlucky ones end up gettin’ caught We grew up in the ghetto, we're the goin’ gets rough Our money’s been around, but it’s never been enough Most ain't given no choice but to hustle Sum break down when the goin’ gets tough Deep in the mind, there’s 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’s visible There’s 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 searchin’ for the next Chile bird Fuck, talk, murder and they live by they word Shotters keep the money goin’ round Kids go astray, most never get found I’ve noticed, there’s a ghetto in every town and the skies are empty because the stars are on the ground Sometimes I’m lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I’m lost, askin’ myself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by 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 floré Seasons, Beef after beef, just to be the top geezers, Big arm slash, hit the Stratford bricks Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps What’s that all about, I ask my self before I swing More time, I’m beefin’ over 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 reppin’ no doubt Stay ghetto if you must, just remember to get out Sometimes I’m lost, look up at the skies Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I’m lost, askin’ myself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I’m lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, look up at the sky, get by