Thief in the Night - Funky DL

Life after Dennison, where do I begin?

A fresh start

So I’m focusing on where I’m going, not where I’ve been

I got my own apartment now, my ex helped me decorate

I put the carpet down, cream sofas, cream curtains

Spent a few thousand pounds over every expense

A little worried bout' stability and paying the rent

Because this music game is unstable, around that time my label

Was getting ready to increase the timetable of releases

Cos now I could record without the sound

Of my Step-Mother on the phone talking fucking loud

Messing up my recordings, now I’m waking every morning

No more Pops trying to call me and sending me to the store

Focused on what’s important cos I’m trying reach the next level

Let’s go and double this money, fuck it lets get treble

It’s coming up to 2006 and J Dilla’s still alive

I’m still taking these trips to Japan

And doing sold out shows for all the fans

Next I’m trying to get to Midem in Cannes and making plans

I’m a force to be reckoned with

Cos every second this beat-making-rhyme-slaying kid

Was infected with the passion for this hip-hop shit and making moves

With a total disregard for anyone who disapproves

The days of Dennison behind me

So now I ignite to walk this chapter of my life like a thief in the night

I’m no longer on the 5th floor

A different place, more space is what I wished for

I’m nocturnal, so you ain’t gone catch me in the light

And probably never see me coming like a thief in the night

Verse Two

I got this new found freedom, cos I’m out on my own

I’m writing more lyrics than ever, spit em' out on my phone

And making beats, ain’t got no time to stay in the streets

With many albums to complete, I’m trying to make em' in peace

But then the next thing I heard was that this kid was fucking murdered

In the lobby of my building, cos these dudes will take it further than words

And he was only fourteen, that’s when I noticed

That the place that I was living had some super high quotas of deprivation

Unemployment, mental health and drug abuse

Beggars on the corners, everyday they be some bug-a-boos

So I had to keep myself to myself

Cos stepping out my door could be enough to overwhelm

Still I gotta stay positive and keep a hold

Cos anything that is external is something I can’t control

I got a couple years until I’m reaching thirty years old

And I can change my situation if I stick to my goals

But low and behold, the music business took a turn for the worst

It’s like somebody took a knife and cut a whole in my purse

And now this vinyl ain’t selling like it used to sell

People downloading more and more for free, I’m losing sales

And now it’s 2008 and the world is in recession

So it’s harder to create these releases

But yo' I guess I gotta hold tight

And just plan my next move like a thief in the night, yo'