Lyrics Danger - Funky DL, Dukus

Danger

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?