"Get By" lyrics

[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

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, and 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, and still pray for a miracle
Soccer stars emerge from the curb
Up and comin' MCs struggle to be heard
Boy them, they're searchin' for the next jailbird
Fuck, talk, murder and 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

[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

[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 the Stratford Rex
Ghetto high brothers, 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 and 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

[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