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 [Verse One: Dizzee Rascal] We grew up in the ghetto, we're summer times short Straight action, you don抰 stop for a thought Most use crime as the way to pay the bills The unlucky ones end up gettincaught We grew up in the ghetto, we're the goingets rough Our money抯 been around, but it抯 never been enough Most ain't given no choice but to hustle Sum break down when the goingets tough Deep in the mind, there抯 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抯 visible There抯 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 searchinfor the next Chile bird ****, talk, murder and they live by they word Shotters keep the money goinround Kids go astray, most never get found I抳e noticed, there抯 a ghetto in every town and the skies are empty because the stars are on the ground [Chorus: Vanya] Sometimes I抦 lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I抦 lost, askinmyself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by [Verse Two: Dizzee Rascal] 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 flor Seasons, Beef after beef, just to be the top geezers, Big arm slash, hit the Stratford bricks Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps What抯 that all about, I ask my self before I swing More time, I抦 beefinover 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 reppinno doubt Stay ghetto if you must, just remember to get out [Chorus: Vanya] Sometimes I抦 lost, look up at the skies Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I抦 lost, askinmyself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I抦 lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, look up at the sky, get by