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The days of… of Dennison (x6),
back in the days when I used to live in Dennison.


Verse One

The days of Dennison, my Brother was a menace
and my Pops would try to sit us down, administering medicine
to get us from the Genesis of manhood to Exodus,
live a life of excellence and now you hear the evidence,
an audio perfectionist, I'm fourteen years old
and living nine levels down from the fourteenth floor,
it didn't stop at fourteen there's about eight more,
and this was social housing, stacking people on top of people,
on top of people like this was a fucking mountain
and now my Pops is shouting go and take the trash out
and turn the sound you blast down, then go and put this cash down,
Post Office counter, pay this bill and in a flash,
now boy bring my change back and take these batteries,
I bought the wrong ones exchange that,
my Pops was strict so there was nothing you could say back,
people wondering how he so firm and I'm so laid back,
I guess it's just my way black, but I had some traits black,
I'm reasonable, but fuck with me, I’ll smack you in the face black,
I used to live on Gibbins Road,
only two bedrooms, so I'm sharing with my bigger Bro,
two older siblings, didn't really know my Sisters though,
page three newspapers, looking at them figures yo’,
but only on the weekends, cos my Pops would buy the Mirror yo’,
how I'd love to meet Sam Fox you'll never know,
I'm just a kid and I can dream, so I forever hope.


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Verse Two

The days of Dennison, the time I met my cousin Mike,
first impression, I was like, he's cool, he let me ride his bike,
same age, same year in school, so we would vibe like
brothers getting closer as I'm heading to the limelight,
Miglow Mick, Amango, Myers and Melanin,
part of the Washington Classics legacy development,
He came to live with us temporarily,
Rubes, Naph and Mike, we were born in the seventies,
two Brothers and a Cousin, we were tight like the Kennedy's,
and when it came to tech I would rely on him heavily,
he contributed to my journey into celebrity,
and every time we reminisce, we laugh at the memories,
so never be forgotten, yo’ we started from the bottom like a elevator,
dropped my keys down the shaft,
so we had to make a makeshift magnet to get em' back,
snagged it, my Pops didn't believe us, tried to tell him, wouldn't have it,
although he said it could be true,
until the end he wasn't convinced, what could we do?
And every day was a funeral,
looking in the freezer for something that was consumable
and I knew your cousin Mel before you knew your cousin Mel,
as far as being a good friend to me she does it well,
if ever you're in trouble Mel! I never knew a love like this,
the days of Dennison, the first room on the left so let us in.


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