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Ghetto Cry
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ghetto Cry was released on November 21, 2025 by Graduation as a part of the album Ghetto Cry - Single
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Release DateNovember 21, 2025
LabelGraduation
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Siru
Siru
Vocals, Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cyrus Flynn
Cyrus Flynn
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shiloh
Shiloh
Mastering Engineer
WillB
WillB
Producer

Lyrics

All these These M way trips on trips
hard shoulder in need of a jump start
I started so young that I had to get a lift off a punter
I just needed my dad
Mascara ran down mjy mums cheeks when she found out that her son got stabbed
If I could change just one thing
It would only be the place where I come from
 
To can’t complain where we came from, I use it hunger
Yeah we might of bought sticks and got lit through the summer
But Rain pours, life hits
now the winters among us
This that The ghetto cry
The system always failed us
We survived they ain’t ever helped
The poverty and trauma
The policies that haunt us
I think it’s about time we let the revolution get televised
Get it Televised
The ghetto cries
When Bullets fly, bodies dropping through the night
Gang wars and suicide
Look Men lie and women lie
Fuck politics Loosing lives
I think it’s best that You decide
If it’s them or you that cry
Cos round here it’s do or die
The Ghetto cry
No food up in the cupboard hungry stomach
On his pedal bike,
Bills ain’t pays mums says that we ain’t getting by
the ghetto cry
U from an estate and
got straight As
But Cambridge take rich family’s your scared you don’t identify
The ghetto cry
You’ve never lived a life of crime
But with a friend that used
his knife in his defence
N charged with Joint enterprise
The ghetto cry
The council take away your home
But not provide a place to go
It’s false hope but wanna say that it’s gentrified
We used to window shop for the things that we like
Them hard times that was half of my life
Dad were around realised I had to start to provide
I ain’t complaining I can’t change it
It’s just part of my life
You think I bought this glittery ice
For a man to take it off my wrist u must be sick in your mind
I switched plug that dead grub kept on killing my line
New spots ripping at night
2 bags in a day I ain’t ticking a dime
gang units on my case they keep patrolling my area
Trot down to the the opp block red tape when we paint it up
new 4s got kicks back like iggy azalea
Phoned k cos the bricks go for more in Australia
Leng dark Peng white holla at your damn boy
They say my rocks out of this world like an asteroid
Come and take your order had all my young boys posted up serving every corner, ah
I’m far from innocent they sent me jail for gun crime
still I got this coke up on my knuckle cos I punch lines
I mean the cunch lines now it’s dead I’m selling bricks
Get the drop, then I tell my **** I’m on anything
We live in a hypocrisy
the man that play my tracks say there on to me
Segregate white and brown in my trap house
There’s no equality
All as a result of my economy
Honestly,
I’m just another product of surroundings
Who’ll turn a quiet room loud when I sound it
Hella out of town trips,
Work rates outstanding
Look me in the eyes
and then tell me that you doubt it
And then tell
Em that you doubt it look
You can’t judge my life if u ain’t been about it
 Vas bank packs on a v
make sure there’s cling around it
I talk these bricks and these burners
Cos I been around it
I almost died without my gun
So I can’t live without it.
Written by: Cyrus Flynn
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