Diesel Motion - Just Imagine If Only

Just imagine… if only… Dreams on the edge, still holy… Bassline bend, hope grows… slowly… Just imagine—if only the nights were kinder, If the grind weren’t heavy like a council binder, If the block weren’t cold and the air were finer, If fate weren’t late like a bad bus timer. I fly through smoke on a razor shift, Words swing quick like a blade mid-lift, Hope in the bag but the bag got ripped, Now pain’s on tap like a cheap draft drip. Snap that moment—reload, redesign, Fast-flow coded in a turbo mind, I move so quick that I blur through time, Every setback written in a pure chalk line. Guess who’s back with a soul untamed? Heart still fire, no fear, no shame, Life hit hard but I out-ran flame, Now the streets say “Bruv, he became.” Just imagine… if only… we had wings for the nights so lonely, If only… just imagine… that a spark in the dark made lightning holy. If only… just imagine… every “no” turned gold when you keep on hoping. If only… just imagine… doors we dream of finally open. Yeah— I speak that truth in a rapid burst, Life gave pain but I flipped that first, Turned my curse to a rhythm in a twisted verse, Now the whole damn block wanna spit that worse. Fast like a rave when the decks go mad, Sharp like a blade in a trench coat pad, Dreams so big they offend your dad, Still I run uphill with the thoughts I had. Imagine a world where the youth don’t bleed, Where the lost find light and the stressed find speed, Where the gas bill don’t break your creed, And tomorrow ain’t priced like a luxury need. If only the sky would shift for the kids, If the council block dreams weren’t sealed with lids, If the world saw worth in the life we live, Then the pain in the rain might forgive what it did. Just imagine… if only… we had wings for the nights so lonely, If only… just imagine… that a spark in the dark made lightning holy. If only… just imagine… every “no” turned gold when you keep on hoping. If only… just imagine… doors we dream of finally open. Imagine… if only… imagine… if only… We rise… we rise… we rise… Fly past everything they told me… Just imagine—if only the streets could speak, They’d tell you the storm made gods of the weak, Tell you the cold built fire in me deep, Tell you the climb never came cheap… But still— Imagine. If only bruv... We rise.