[Intro: Dizzee Rascal]
To each n and every kind, kind
(London ghetto, Birmingham ghetto)
Every ghetto frame of mind, mind
(Manchester ghetto, Newton ghetto)
To each n and every kind, kind
(Leeds ghetto, Liverpool ghetto)
Every ghetto frame of mind, mind
(UK ghetto, East London ghetto)enter added
To each of every kind, kind
(North London ghetto, West London ghetto,) ghetto)
WivWith a ghetto frame of mind, mind
(South London ghetto)
To each n and every kind, kind
ItsIt's rasket, wiv with a ghetto frame of mind, mind
Look yo

[Verse One: Dizzee Rascal]
We grew up in da the ghetto, were summer times short
Straight action, you don’t don't stop for a thought
Most use crime as da the way to pay da the bills
DaThe unlucky ones end up gettin’ getting caught
We grew up in da the ghetto, were the goin’ going gets rough
Our money’s money's been around, but it’s neva it's never been enough
Most aint ain't given no choice but to hustle
Sum break down when da goin’ the going gets toughenter added
Deep in da the mind, there’s there's all kinds of different people
Minorities still struggle to be equal
So many characters, for main tacks
DaThe good, da the bad, da the ugly, n da and the evil
Deep in da the manna where da poverty’s the poverty's visible
There’sThere's not a lot sweet, so most look miserable
Most cave in to da the devil, took da the wrong path
Sum kept their faith, n and still pray for a miracleenter added
Sucker stars emerge from da the curb
Upper comin’ coming MCs struggle to be heard
Boy dem, dey searchin’ then, they searchin' for da the next Chile bird
Fuck, talk, murda n dey murder and they live by dey there word
ShottersShoters keep da the money goin’ going round
Kids go astray, most neva never get found
I’veI've noticed, there’s there's a ghetto in every town
N daAnd the skies are empty, bcuz da 'cuz the stars are on da the ground

[Chorus: Vanya]
Sometimes I’m I'm lost, look up at da the sky
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by
Sometimes I’m I'm lost, askin’ asking myself why
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by

[Verse Two: Dizzee Rascal]
We grew up in da the ghetto, saw real life pain
Real life struggle, wiv with real life strain
Real life kiddies, wiv with real life guns
NAnd real life muvas loose, real life sons
Gang wars irrupting on da the dark floré Seasons, Flore seasons
Beef after beef, jus just to be da the top geezers, geezers
Big arm slash, hit da the Stratford bricks
Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps
What’s dat
What's that all about, I ask my self b4 before I swing
More time, I’m beefin’ I'm beefing ova any little fing
Beef in any area, region of tha vicinity
My ghetto frame of mind, makes me prone to hostility
To mah bredrins locked up, to mah young baby muvas
Each n and every crew n colour, and color, ghetto sistas n bruvas and brudas
If u you know u you from da the slums, keep reppin’ repping no doubt
Stay ghetto if u you must, just remember to get out

[Chorus: Vanya]
Sometimes I’m I'm lost, look up at da skies the sky
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by
Sometimes I’m I'm lost, askin’ asking myself why
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get byenter added
Sometimes I’m I'm lost, look up at da the sky
Sometimes I feel to cry, look cry
Look up at the sky, get by