[Intro: Dizzee Rascal]

To each and every kind

(London ghetto, Birmingham ghetto)

Every ghetto frame of mind

(Manchester ghetto, Luton ghetto)

To each and every kind

(Leeds ghetto, Liverpool ghetto)

Every ghetto frame of mind

(UK ghetto, East London ghetto)

To each and 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

[Verse One: Dizzee Rascal]

We grew up in the ghetto, where the 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 the ghetto, where the goin' 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 manor'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 the manor, 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, 'n' still pray for a miracle

Soccer stars emerge from the curb

Up 'n' comin' MCs struggle to be heard

Boy dem, they're searchin' for the next jailbird

Fuck, talk, murder 'n' they live by their word

Shotters keep the money goin' 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

[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, with real life strain

Real life kiddies, with real life guns

And real life mothers lose real life sons

Gang wars erupting on the dance floor in Seasons

Beef after beef, jus' to be the top geezers

Big arm slash, hit da Stratford Rex

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, to my young baby mothers

Each 'n' every crew and colour, ghetto sisters and brothers

If you know your from the 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