| Life after Dennison, where do I begin? |
| A fresh start
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| So I’m focusing on where I’m going, not where I’ve been
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| I got my own apartment now, my ex helped me decorate
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| I put the carpet down, cream sofas, cream curtains
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| Spent a few thousand pounds over every expense
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| A little worried bout' stability and paying the rent
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| Because this music game is unstable, around that time my label
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| Was getting ready to increase the timetable of releases
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| Cos now I could record without the sound
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| Of my Step-Mother on the phone talking fucking loud
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| Messing up my recordings, now I’m waking every morning
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| No more Pops trying to call me and sending me to the store
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| Focused on what’s important cos I’m trying reach the next level
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| Let’s go and double this money, fuck it lets get treble
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| It’s coming up to 2006 and J Dilla’s still alive
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| I’m still taking these trips to Japan
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| And doing sold out shows for all the fans
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| Next I’m trying to get to Midem in Cannes and making plans
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| I’m a force to be reckoned with
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| Cos every second this beat-making-rhyme-slaying kid
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| Was infected with the passion for this hip-hop shit and making moves
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| With a total disregard for anyone who disapproves
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| The days of Dennison behind me
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| So now I ignite to walk this chapter of my life like a thief in the night
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| I’m no longer on the 5th floor
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| A different place, more space is what I wished for
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| I’m nocturnal, so you ain’t gone catch me in the light
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| And probably never see me coming like a thief in the night
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| Verse Two
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| I got this new found freedom, cos I’m out on my own
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| I’m writing more lyrics than ever, spit em' out on my phone
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| And making beats, ain’t got no time to stay in the streets
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| With many albums to complete, I’m trying to make em' in peace
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| But then the next thing I heard was that this kid was fucking murdered
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| In the lobby of my building, cos these dudes will take it further than words
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| And he was only fourteen, that’s when I noticed
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| That the place that I was living had some super high quotas of deprivation
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| Unemployment, mental health and drug abuse
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| Beggars on the corners, everyday they be some bug-a-boos
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| So I had to keep myself to myself
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| Cos stepping out my door could be enough to overwhelm
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| Still I gotta stay positive and keep a hold
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| Cos anything that is external is something I can’t control
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| I got a couple years until I’m reaching thirty years old
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| And I can change my situation if I stick to my goals
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| But low and behold, the music business took a turn for the worst
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| It’s like somebody took a knife and cut a whole in my purse
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| And now this vinyl ain’t selling like it used to sell
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| People downloading more and more for free, I’m losing sales
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| And now it’s 2008 and the world is in recession
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| So it’s harder to create these releases
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| But yo' I guess I gotta hold tight
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| And just plan my next move like a thief in the night, yo' |