F.B.I. with the dub wise sound.** --- (soft breath, ambient pad swell — distant dub echo) Where's my girls? my west heath girls ahh yes come in... Brave love.. heart like a diamond ..rough cut, Blacker than any mind — too deep to shut. Pure crystal sand when he found me, Head down, I miss pretty things around me... Buried treasure... landmine... [BOOM!] A cold hard road and a long climb. Stepping on pain like pavement lines, Concrete roots, but my soul still shines. Whispered gospel in the wind tonight, Dub sirens crying in stereo light. Kings Norton streets where the echoes roam, West Heath girls with the bass in the bone. Verse 1 (Echoes of the classic) Sometimes you’re better off dead gun in your hand pointing at your head Flashing lights in a Kings Norton town Pressure builds, then it all comes down Step back, don’t speak, feel the static Underground vibe, raw and cinematic Dive bars and dreams on fire Bassline therapy, rise up higher
