Roots of Karametra - Dubwise Soul (World Gone Cold)

Mmm… Yeah… Roots in the nighttime… Late night in the grow room… Rain on the warehouse roof… Big bass rattlin’ the old glass pane Tomato vines climb through the window frame Fan blades spin with the incense smoke Somebody laugh while the pressure cooker choke Got greens in buckets and beans in jars String lights glowing like little stars Neighbors stop by with bread and tea Trade good stories and zucchini City still scream on the avenue line But the garden move on a slower time We just sway with the low-end sound Smoke and soil while the night spins round Heavy roots and a dubwise soul Tryna stay soft in a world gone cold Ohhh… In a world gone cold… Old reggae tape in the battered deck Kick drum hit in the center chest Kids draw bugs with the sidewalk chalk Grandma humming while she take her walk Rain barrel full and the creek run brown Vines crawl wild through the broken town Some plant flowers Some patch walls Some cook stew for the union hall And the frogs sing loud when the daylight die Like the whole wet earth got a lullaby Pull that snare back… Let the bassline breathe… One hand planting One hand cook One hand teaching from an old field book Slow life growing where the cracks run deep Tryna build a place the soul can sleep We just sway with the low-end sound Barefoot hearts on the sacred ground Heavy roots and a dubwise soul Tryna stay soft in a world gone cold Ohhh… Still stay soft… Still stay rooted… In a world gone cold… Mmm… Rain on the rooftop… Another summer night… A dubwise soul… In a world gone cold…