Get By

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