Lyrics:

(To each and every kind)

London ghetto,brimingham ghetto

(With a ghetto frame ov mine)

Manchester ghetto,luton ghetto

(To each and every kind)

Leeds ghetto,liverpool ghetto

(with a ghetto frame ov mine)

uk ghetto east london ghetto

(To each and every kind)

north london ghetto

(with a ghetto frame ov mine)

west london ghetto

(To each and every kind)

south london ghetto

(with a ghetto frame ov mine)

yo its rasket with a ghetto frame ov mined

look yo we grew up in the ghetto, were the summer times short straight action you dont stop for a thought.

Most uses crime as a way to pay the bills,the unlucky ones end up getting caught. We grew up in the ghetto were the going gets ruff,a moneys been around but its never been anough,most int given no choice but to hustle some break down when the going gets tough, deep in the mannor theres all kinds ov different people man over east still strugle to be equel.So many charactors four main types the good,the bad,the ugly and the evil.

Deep in the mannor where the poverty is visabel,there not alot sweet so most look miserable,most cave in to the devil toke their wrong paths,some kept there faith and still prayed for a miricle,soker stars amurge from the kerb up and coming mcs struggel to be heard,boi in the midsection 4 the next jo burg..folks talk murder and they live by there word.

Shoters keep the money going round,kids go astray most never get found,iv noticed theres a ghetto in every town and the skys are empty coz the stars are on the ground.



(chours)vayna

Sometimes im lost look up at the sky,sometimes a feel to cry but somehow i still get by.

Sometimes im lost asking my-self why? sometimes i feel to cry but somehow i still get by.



We grew up in the ghetto suffered real life pain, real life struggle with real life strains,real life kiddies with real life guns and real life mothers lose real life sons.Gang wars irrupting on da dark floré Seasons,beef after beef just to be the top geezers.

Big arm slash, hit da Stratford bricks

Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps.

Whats it all about?,i ask myself before i swing,more time im beefing over any little thing beefing in any area,region of ya city

My ghetto frame off mined makes me prom 2 hostilitly.

To mah bredrins locked up,to my young baby mothers

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



(chours)vayna

Sometimes im lost look up at the sky,sometimes i feel to cry but somehow i still get buy.

Sometimes im lost asking my-self why? sometimes i feel to cry but somehow i still get by.

Sometimes im lost look up at the sky,sometimes i feel to cry but somehow i still get by.

Sometimes im lost look up at the sky,sometimes i feel to cry but somehow i still get by.

Sometimes im lost asking my-self why? sometimes i feel to cry but somehow i still get by.

Sometimes im lost look up at the sky,sometimes i feel to cry,(look up at the sky...(get by)