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*featuring Vanya

[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 dont 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 moneys been around, but its neva been enough
Most aint given no choice but to hustle
Sum break down when da goin gets tough
Deep in da mind, theres 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 povertys visible
Theres 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
Ive noticed, theres a ghetto in every town
N da skies are empty, bcuz da stars are on da ground

[Chorus: Vanya]
Sometimes Im lost, look up at da sky
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still bet by
Sometimes Im 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 flor Seasons,
Beef after beef, jus to be da top geezers,
Big arm slash, hit da Stratford bricks
Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps
Whats dat all about, I ask my self b4 I swing
More time, Im 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 Im lost, look up at da skies
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still bet by
Sometimes Im lost, askin myself why
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still bet by
Sometimes Im lost, look up at da sky
Sometimes I feel to cry, look up at the sky, bet by

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