Get By

Lyrics

[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