Dizzee Rascal - Get By lyrics

[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, It's rasket, wiv a ghetto frame of mind, Look yo [Verse One: Dizzee Rascal] We grew up in da ghetto, where summertime's short Straight action, you don't stop for a thought Most use crime as a way to pay the bills The unlucky ones end up gettin' caught We grew up in da ghetto, where the goin' gets rough 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 da manna, there's all kinds of different people Minorities still struggle to be equal So many characters, four main types The good, the bad, the ugly, 'n' the evil Deep in da manna, where da 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, 'n' still pray for a miracle Soccer stars emerge from da curb Up 'n' comin' MCs struggle to be heard Boy dem, dey searchin' for da next jailbird f**, talk, murder 'n' they live by their word Shotters keep da money goin' round Kids go astray, most never get found I've noticed there's a ghetto in every town 'N' the skies are empty, because da stars are on da ground [Chorus: Vanya] Sometimes I'm lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I'm lost, askin' myself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by [Verse Two: Dizzee Rascal] We grew up in the ghetto, saw real life pain Real life struggle, wiv real life strain Real life kiddies, wiv real life guns 'N' real life mothers lose real life sons Gang wars erupting on the dance floor Seasons, Beef after beef, jus' to be da top geezers, Big arm slash, hit da Stratford bricks Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps What's that all about, I ask my self before I swing More time, I'm beefin' over any little thing Beef in any area, region or vicinity My ghetto frame of mind makes me prone to hostility To many brethrens locked up, too many young baby mothers Each 'n' every crew n colour, ghetto sisters and brothers If you know your from da slums, keep reppin' no doubt Stay ghetto if you must, just remember to get out [Chorus: Vanya] Sometimes I'm lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I'm lost, askin' myself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I feel to cry, look up at the sky, get by