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,)
With a ghetto frame of mind,
(South London ghetto)
To each and every kind,
It's Rasket, with a ghetto frame of mind,
Look yo
We grew up in the ghetto, where summer time's 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 getting caught
We grew up in the ghetto, where the going gets rough
Our money's been around, but it's never been enough
Most ain't given no choice but to hustle
Some break down when the going 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 manna 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
Up and coming MCs struggle to be heard
Boy them, they searching for the next jailbird
Fuck, talk, murder and they live by their word
Shotters keep the money going 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 bet by
Sometimes I'm lost, asking myself why
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still bet by
We grew up in the ghetto saw real life pain
Real life struggle with real life strain
Real life kiddies with real life guns
And real life mothers lose real life sons
Gang wars are ruftin on the darf flur on the seeser ??
Beef after beef just to be the top geezer
Big arms gas, the Stratford recs
Ghetto high murders gotta maintain reps
What's it all about I ask myself before I swing
More time I'm beefing over any little thing
Beefing any area, region or vicinity
My ghetto frame of mind makes me prone to hostility
To my bredrons locked up, to my young baby mothers
Each and every creed and colour, ghetto sisters and brothers
If you know you're from the slums keep repping 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 bet by
Sometimes I'm lost, asking myself why
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still bet by
Sometimes I'm lost, look up at the sky
Sometimes I feel to cry, look up at the sky, bet by