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(feat. 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 get by 
Sometimes Im lost, askin myself why 
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get 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 vicinity 
My ghetto frame of mind, makes me prone to hostility 
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 get by 
Sometimes Im lost, askin myself why 
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by 
Sometimes Im lost, look up at da sky 
Sometimes I feel to cry, look up at the sky, get by 
  

[Thanks to Thuuug_angel1991@yahoo.co.uk for these lyrics] 
[Thanks to miss_nois_e@hotmail.com, atomic10@hotmail.com, colincrump@crumpstudios.com for correcting these lyrics] 
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