Riddim

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.