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

We grew up in the ghetto we're summer times short

Straight action you don 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 been around but it never been enough

Most ain't given no choice but to hustle

Sum break down when the goingets tough

Deep in the mind there 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 visible

There 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

F**k talk murder and they live by they word

Shotters keep the money goinround

Kids go astray most never get found

Sometimes

I lost look up at the sky

Sometimes

I feel to cry but somehow

I still get by

Sometimes

I lost askinmyself why

Sometimes

I feel to cry but somehow

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 that all about

I ask my self before

I swing More time

I 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

Sometimes

I lost look up at the skies

Sometimes

I feel to cry but somehow

I still get by

Sometimes

I lost askinmyself why

Sometimes

I feel to cry but somehow

I still get by

Sometimes

I lost look up at the sky

Sometimes

I feel to cry look up at the sky get by