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[Intro: Dizzee Rascal] To each n every kind, (London ghetto, Birmingham ghetto) Every ghetto frame of mind, (Manchester ghetto, Newton ghetto) To each n 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,) Wiv a ghetto frame of mind, (South London ghetto) To each n every kind, Its rasket, wiv a ghetto frame of mind, Look yo [Verse One: Dizzee Rascal] We grew up in da ghetto, were summer times short Straight action, you don't stop for a thought Most use crime as da way to pay da bills Da unlucky ones end up gettin' caught We grew up in da ghetto, were the goin' gets rough Our money's been around, but it's neva been enough Most aint given no choice but to hustle Sum break down when da goin' gets tough Deep in da mind, there's all kinds of different people Minorities still struggle to be equal So many characters, for main tacks Da good, da bad, da ugly, n da evil Deep in da manna where da poverty's visible There's not a lot sweet, so most look miserable Most cave in to da devil, took da wrong path Sum kept their faith, n still pray for a miracle Sucker stars emerge from da curb Upper comin' MCs struggle to be heard Boy dem, dey searchin' for da next Chile bird Fuck, talk, murda n dey live by dey word Shotters keep da money goin' round Kids go astray, most neva get found I've noticed, there's a ghetto in every town N da skies are empty, bcuz da stars are on da ground [Chorus: Vanya] Sometimes I'm lost, look up at da sky Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still bet by Sometimes I'm lost, askin' myself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still bet by [Verse Two: Dizzee Rascal] We grew up in da ghetto, saw real life pain Real life struggle, wiv real life strain Real life kiddies, wiv real life guns N real life muvas loose, real life sons Gang wars irrupting on da dark floré Seasons, Beef after beef, jus to be da top geezers, Big arm slash, hit da Stratford bricks Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps What's dat all about, I ask my self b4 I swing More time, I'm beefin' ova any little fing Beef in any area, region of tha ?? My ghetto frame of mind, makes me ?? To mah bredrins locked up, to mah young baby muvas Each n every crew n colour, ghetto sistas n bruvas If u know u from da slums, keep reppin' no doubt Stay ghetto if u must, just remember to get out [Chorus: Vanya] Sometimes I'm lost, look up at da skies Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still bet by Sometimes I'm lost, askin' myself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still bet by Sometimes I'm lost, look up at da sky Sometimes I feel to cry, look up at the sky, bet by

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