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
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