Inna Di Ghetto

Verse

If opportunity knocks

Will bills get paid,

Can't be Balling on the budget

With the minimum wage.

Though it's engrained,

We living cheque to cheque,

Put ourselves in debt,

We think we Buying respect.

Thoughts of inept Visions,

Prisms of self worth,

Without works,

Wondering why the soul hurts,

So This for strugglers,

Hustlers survivors

The Mothers, The fathers

My real providers

9-5vers

Trying to save for a better day,

Or fighting for better pay,

The Struggle wins any way,

That's why we won't vote

Kinda given up hope,

Can overs the joke

As the system goes up in smoke.

This Position evokes

Grudges of broke,

You won't balance,

And thats the challenge,

Tryna escape with our talents.

Listen to broken Britain, the Rhythm is in our tales,

The people will always prevail.

Hook

In the ghetto

Nothing never nice,

So our people

We Haffi a make life,

In the ghetto

Only strong will survive,

So we hustle

Everyday to stay alive.

Verse

Dear Politicians would you say the script is written, how many in your position, seen the walls of a prison? How many in your position,

Have to really listen? How many hold a position, Not handed or given? To represent the people. you have to feel the voice, You have to give them hope, you have to bring a choice, What's your vision?

For rebuilding our trust in a system, Lacking empathy and Wisdom,

through your indecision. That's every ghetto worldwide, Through the same eyes, Diversification of people,

Is what you despise. Blaming those, fleeing war, Fleeing from Famine,

Throwing stones hiding hands, When you know what happened.

Yet we never challenge,