Danger

by Norman Samuda Smith


Prologue


In the early hours of January 1st 2003, in the district of Aston in Birmingham, 
England, four inseparable girlfriends laugh and joke with each other as they 
head toward a New Year party.  Within hours they had been gunned down in 
a hail of machine gun crossfire as rival gangs traded more than 30 9mm 
shots.  Two of them were killed, the other two were seriously wounded and 
are still recovering from their injuries.  The girls were only seventeen and 
eighteen years old, their killers are still at large.

In urban (inner-city) areas across Britain, carrying a gun has become a 
status symbol among black youngsters, especially black men, something that 
is designed to inspire respect.  It has nothing to do with drugs; it is all about 
bravado.  The New Yearís Day shootings and black Britainís growing gun 
culture has sent frightening ripples of thought to every black parent, that we 
may outlive our children.

During the aftermath of January 1st 2003, Birminghamís black community are 
fighting back, we are saying, ďEnough is enough!Ē  This is where DANGER! is 
coming fromÖ 



I beg you look before you leap and creep before you walk
Humble before you talk and donít bother skylark
Donít be no fool, go to school and learn de golden rule yíknow

DANGER!
I tell you youtí man
When you pick up dat gun you mess wid danger

DANGER!
Yes youtí man
When you shoot dat gun you turn a killer

Coz when you shoot dat gun and take somebody life
You give their family pure grief and strife
Itís better you get down on yuh knees and pray
Ask almighty Jah for health and guidance everyday

Donít mess with danger
No, no, no, no, no donít turn a killer
Donít mess with danger
No, no, no, no, no donít turn a killer

I tell you youtí man, badness nuh pay
Ah de truth youtí man, hear what I say
Donít bother go around making disturbances
Donít bother go around giving black people bad name
Yuh tink dat shooting gun is a blasted game?
When you take somebody life or leave dem lame
Black ah kill black and dat is a damn shame
And too much mother ah cry baaling Jesus name

Donít mess with danger
No, no, no, no, no donít turn a killer
Donít mess with danger
No, no, no, no, no donít turn a killer

From the prison to the morgue to the cemetery
Thatís how I know bad man enter you see
Everyday dem get up and play wid dem gun
Soon one day dem fun ah guh done
These killings make mothers cry
Right now is the time
For you to turn your mind
Away from these gang killing crimes

Donít mess with danger
No, no, no, no, no donít turn a killer
Donít mess with danger
No, no, no, no, no donít turn a killer

I tell you youtí man, badness nuh pay
Ah de truth youtí man, hear what I say
Nuh bother go around making disturbances
Nuh bother go around giving black people bad name
Yuh think dat shooting gun is a blasted game?
When yuh take somebody life or leave dem lame
Black ah kill black, try and understand 
Dat dis is not a part of Jah-Jah plan

Donít mess with danger
No, no, no, no, no donít turn a killer
DANGER!
I tell you youtí man
When you pick up dat gun you mess wid danger

DANGER!
Donít do it youtí man
When you shoot dat gun you turn a killer

Donít mess with danger
No, no, no, no, no donít turn a killer


Danger by Norman Samuda Smith

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