Dizzee Rascal - Showtime lyrics

we grew up in the ghetto where summertimes short straight action, you don't stop for a fool most use crime as a way to pay the bills the un-lucky ones end up gettin caught we grew up in the ghetto where the growing gets rough moneys been around but its never been enough most ain't givin no choice but to hussle some break down when the going gets tough deep in the manners all kinds of different people mines over east still struggle to be equal so many characters, 4 main types the good, the bad, the ugly, and the evil deep in the manner where the povertys visible there's not a lot sweet so most look misarable most cave in to the devil, took the wrong puff son kick the face but still pray for a miracle soccastars emerge from the curb up n coming mcs struggle to be heard boy.... the next jailbird ?? *censored*s talk murder and they live by there word 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 (chorus) 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 are ruftin on the darf flur on the seeser ?? beef after beef just to be the top geezer big arms gas, the stratford recs ghetto high murders gotta maintain reps what's it all about i ask myself before i swing more time I'm beefin over any little thing beefin any area,region or vincity my ghetto frame of mind makes me prone to hostility to my bredrons locked up, to my young baby mothers each and every creed 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