Intro (x9)
The Dennison chapter of my life is over.


Verse One

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.



Chorus (x2)

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’.


Chorus