we grew up in the ghetto where
you don't stop for a fool
most use crime as a way to pay the bills
we grew up in the ghetto where
moneys been around but its
most ain't givin no choice
deep in the manners all kinds
so many characters, 4 main types
the good, the bad, the ugly,
there's not a lot sweet so most
most cave in to the devil,
son kick the face but still
soccastars emerge from the curb
boy.... the next jailbird ??
*censored*s talk murder and they
shotters keep the money going round
kids goin stray most never get found
iv noticed there a ghetto in every town
the skies are empty because the stars are on the ground
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
beef after beef just to be the top geezer
big arms gas, the stratford recs
ghetto high murders gotta
what's it all about i ask my
more time I'm beefin over
beefin any area,region or vincity
my ghetto frame of mind makes
to my bredrons locked up,
each and every creed and colour,
ghetto sisters and brothers
if you know your from the slums
stay ghetto if you must just remember to get out