DANGEROUS ft. Jocko Slim Lyrics

You know

Throughout life I realized

That there's much more to this than just the now

That I have to think more forward for myself

Just listen to this for a sec

Through trials and tribulations I'm creating for my future

Can't let my kids grow up thinking their dad was a loser

Nah, no deadbeat, I'm breaking that curse

They gon' live a good life yo they can't have it worse

And I've always been a gentleman cause I was raised proper

Never needed a godfather, God was my only father

I'm kicking towards my goals like soccer

Never slowed, never settled, on that soldier roster

Who gon' stop me

They ought to make it off hard work or talent

But it seems I got them both, plus I kept a good balance

My head in the clouds but then I put it to use

Might work a twelve hour shift then head straight to the Stu

Been doing this for three years, labeled myself as an artist

I might not make it rapping but I'mma make it regardless

We do it over and over, you know, staying consistent

You see we all want the same, it's just the effort be different

There's some kids who choose the dangerous route

Cause there was one who thought he had everything figured out

Ask questions, shoot first, bad decisions turned worse

He could've went to a studio, the court or a church

And then the kid yells that the streets is all that he knows

Going out, dealing and banging all on his own

Until he got caught up and found himself in prison clothes

And starts crying for his momma through the prison door

And that's the sad part

We glorify the gangs and drugs and put them at a bad start

Commit the crime and have to do the race, not talking NASCAR

He locked up, ain't coming home

That old head he been inside

And we dying everyday, it might as well be genocide

I ain't saying nothing new

This been going on for years, way before me and you

Then they be pointing the fingers, we should be sharing the blame

We should be asking ourselves if we be wanting to change, I'm saying tho

I'm not a victim, don't call me a slave descendant

My people turned on my people

I'm speaking 'bout the beginning, hold up

I'm not a victim don't call me a slave descendant

I started this process, and you damn right I'mma end it and see it through

The Jocko that they knew a long time ago is dead now

The one that didn't have all these different paths to head down

Always kept his head down

Grown man evolved from little boy, I think they scared now

Little trust in all of these people, I feel my patience decreasing

Keep emotions inside but in my songs they releasing

Spiritual like deacons, discipline like beatings

You know I'm well put together just like corporate meetings

God, family, money, that's all that's on my conscience

Dos and don'ts of society, ah that's nonsense

Ain't nothing holding me back with all this wisdom

Can label me as anything just not a victim