Lyrics
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 passing 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
