Danger - Funky DL, Dukus

Maybe it was meant to be, but there isn’t no guarantees

That life could be stress free from…

Maybe we can make a change

Or things will remain the same

Wouldn’t that be a shame?

(danger) Oh no

Ay yo I never knew the streets was so dangerous

Minors thinking that they majors at young ages

Neglect they character to make paper

Never crossed they mind to make wages

Is it that they going through these phases?

Its so dangerous, upper class looking at the

Lower class funny style

Turn they noses up cos its money

Now rich kids never knew the meaning of hard work

Its defamation brought up on yourself when its Gods work

Is that the street life?

Please, robberies

Drug dealers selling keys, pirate copy DVD’s

Sold by the Chinese, gun crime up

Coke heads in squat houses who snort lines up

School gangs blazing, Black kids against the Asians

Since the days of Thatcher and Ron Reagan

Very little inspiration, grown folks misplace patience

The universe mentality is dangerous

Ay yo I never knew my block was so dangerous

Alcoholics walk around in two’s with mental health patients

Young blood’s buying blunt wraps assorted flavours

Taunting neighbours, the police ain’t really doing

Nothing to contain em'

Combination of the staircase and urination

Weed smoke fragrance floating to the playgrounds

Bass sounds booming out from double glazing

And these dudes walking round with pants down think it’s amazing

The government needs to provide some ventilation

This ain’t healthy like a quarter pound of bacon

But rich folks spend while poor folks pretend

While rich folks lend the poor are borrowing

Banks take blood money cos it’s all one money

Invest in wars, transforms to gun money

Now they run money, tell me why not?

They got plenty

But there’s still poverty in the twenty first century

That don’t make sense but does anything really?

It’s hard to meet another who will treat you sincerely

A Black man ain’t nothing with his diamonds and braids

It’s the same if he live in Africa and got AIDS

It’s the same if he got a PHD and got paid

Yo it’s the same if he done a crime got caught and jailed

It’s a quick world with an upsurge of laziness

With them quick girls who act so dangerous

Ay yo, I never knew my mind was so dangerous

The way I print it on this paper

Cos nobody ain’t here doing me no favours

Got a street hustle with no street muscle

Live a street life without the street strife

Street nights, lights out I get the beats right

I take each mic and I rhyme for each night

I got a pair of jeans that match for each Nike

And got a pair of eyes that take in each light

My mind cogwheels keep turning, I’m still learning

Got the kind of motivation that’s determined

To try the untryable and do the undoable

Take risks money make and do the unusual

Bring it back show these younger men about my pinnacle

Make a challenge to the cold hearted and the cynical

Brought a miracle to a friend and a stranger

DL, Consist forward slash danger

What you do?

What you do?

What you do?

What you do?

What you doing?