Diesel Motion - They Must Be Smiling Down On Us

They must be smilin’… they must be smilin, bruv’… The Diesel Gods are lookin' down on us, ayo... Let's ride! Came up out the gutter with the rain-soaked shoes, Whole block cold, but the heart stay fuse, Every lil’ setback? Man I turn that bruise To a front-page headline: “Bro Refused to Lose.” Diesel infuse my brain like a turbo charge, Estate so small but the dreams too large, Mandem had doubts but I hit that barge And I pushed through the pain like I broke that marge. See the tower block night when the sky went black, No food, no luck, but I still stayed strapped With the hope in my pocket and the world on my back, Told the fear “don’t talk,” ‘cause I’m never lookin' back. Now I glide in the rain like a diesel ghost, Same youts that laughed now they raise that toast, Pain on my timeline, hurt in my posts, But the Diesel Gods whispered, “You were chosen the most.” They must be smiling down on us, Diesel Gods watch over the block we trust. Life was sketchy, but we rise from dust, Turn that stress to a force so robust. They must be smiling down on me, Every bruise, every loss made the kid break free. Tower block choir sing in D-E-G, Turbo heart rate, man’s destined to be. Fast flow, gas flow, mandem on a mad road, Pain made a beast out of me — that’s a damn code. Council flat heat in the midst of bad snow, Dreams still blitzin’ through the frost like ammo. Nights when the lights went out in the kitchen, Mum prayed hard, I could feel her wishin’. World said “quit,” but my soul said “listen,” Then Diesel Gods whispered, “Your fate’s been written.” Now I never let the pressure man fold my will, Even when I’m low, I’m alive, I’m real. Man climbed out the trench with a self-made skill, Turn trauma into torque, that’s a diesel-filled drill. Levels I’m reachin’ can’t be capped, Heart got scars but the veins stay mapped. When the world threw stones, I just overlapped, Now the crown sits calm where the boy once snapped. They must be smiling down on us, Diesel Gods watch over the block we trust. Every L that we held became gold for us, Every bruise, every tear turned victorious. They must be smiling down on me, From the top floor windows to the cracked concrete. We climbed that ladder with blistered feet, Now the sky opens wide when the drumlines peak. If the roads don’t break you, they will shape you… Diesel Gods paint halos when they rate you… And the ones we lost? Yeah, they stay with you… Smiling down… smiling down bruv… Came from the block where the hope felt minus, Now the grind turned kings from the kids behind us. Raise that torch 'cause the storm can’t blind us — Diesel Gods smilin’, they forever guide us.