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