Don't always avoid the dark side of the town
Lose, lose the riddim at least one more time
Street glitters reflecting the moon. World glazed with recent rain
From pa**ing by unfriendly crowd drifts a familiar smell
Sniffing shoes soaked in forgotten puddles leads obediently but unsure of the way;
The right path is being chosen by pulse or rather by the throbbing riddim within the head
Riddim is a guide which will lead you through the life.
And the pulse is a friend which will give you helping hand.