- Dizzee Rascal get by 歌詞
- Dizzee Rascal
- To each and every kind, (London ghetto, Birmingham ghetto)
Every ghetto frame of mind, (Manchester ghetto, Newton ghetto)
To each and 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,)
Weve a ghetto frame of mind, (South London ghetto)
To each and every kind,
Its rasket, weve a ghetto frame of mind,
Look you [Verse One: Dizzee Rascal]
We grew up in the ghetto, were summer times short
Straight action, you don抰stop for a thought
Most use crime as the way to pay the bills
The unlucky ones end up gettincaught
We grew up in the ghetto, were the goingets rough
Our money抯been around, but it抯never been enough
Most aint given no choice but to hustle
Sum break down when the goingets tough
Deep in the mind, there抯all kinds of different people
Minorities still struggle to be equal
So many characters, for main tacks
The good, the bad, the ugly, and the evil
Deep in the manner where the poverty抯visible
There抯not a lot sweet, so most look miserable
Most cave in to the devil, took the wrong path
Some kept their faith and still pray for a miracle
Sucker stars emerge from the curb
Upper comin
MCs struggle to be heard
Boy them, they searchinfor the next
Chile bird
Fuck, talk, murder and they live by they word
Shotters keep the money goin round
Kids go astray, most never get found
I抳e noticed, there抯a ghetto in every town and the skies are empty because the stars are on the ground [Chorus: Vanya]
Sometimes
I抦lost, look up at the sky
Sometimes
I feel to cry, but somehow
I still get by
Sometimes
I抦lost, askinmyself 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, weve real life strain
Real life kiddies, weve real life guns and real life muvas loose, real life sons
Gang wars irrupting on the dark flor
Seasons, Beef after beef, just to be the top geezers,
Big arm slash, hit the
Stratford bricks
Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps
What抯that all about,
I ask my self before
I swing More time,
I抦beefinover any little fing
Beef in any area, region of the vicinity
My ghetto frame of mind, makes me prone to hostility
To my bredrins locked up, to my young baby muvas
Each and every crew and colour, ghetto sisters and brothers
If you know you from the slums, keep reppinno doubt
Stay ghetto if you must, just remember to get out [Chorus: Vanya]
Sometimes
I抦lost, look up at the skies
Sometimes
I feel to cry , but somehow
I still get by
Sometimes
I抦lost, askinmyself why
Sometimes
I feel to cry, but somehow
I still get by
Sometimes
I抦lost, look up at the sky
Sometimes
I feel to cry, look up at the sky, get by
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