Ghettos and Garrisons

Ghetto people, where ghetto people North, south, east and west, its ghetto Ghetto’s and garrisons, we have to live with it From the cold hearted streets, you got to deal with it Born and raised in the east side of that London Hackney to be preside, try and get a job most likely made redundant Remember 011 when the riots happened I think that’s only time everyone came together as friends A brother named Mark Duggan had a gun which was a lie Shot 2 times in cold blood, left to die I don’t understand why he was killed in the streets When a police officer could kill any brother who is black as me To most people the ghetto is their reality I’m from the hood were hustling makes up your salary People say I wonder if heaven has a ghetto But we have hell on earth, I just try to stay mellow Ghetto’s, garrisons, hoods and projects Everyone dreaming of having a million pound or dollar checks I know sometimes life isn’t fair But to be honest, it’s like that everywhere There is always a light a light at the end of the tunnel when you get there As Tupac Shakur said, even though you’re fed up You gotta keep your head up So don’t give up my people Let’s go beyond greatness, 1,2,3,4 like a sequel