Verse 1
Cool mist settles low, night fades into rain
Heavy bass shakes the lane, windows rattle in the main
Shutters creak with old songs, mixed up in static air
Juggling coins for coffee, early hustle everywhere
Verse 2
Old zinc roofs still drip, slow rhythm as we pass
Dub echoes off a shop, feet move in broken grass
Horns call through the alleys, painted yellow and green
Kingston stirs with promise, chasing morning scenes
clash rides the breeze, riddims pull me under
Taxi horns sing sharp, market calls the town
Kingston waking up, never slowing down
Chorus
Running wild in the heart of sound
Life keeps turning, we hold our ground
Basslines rolling, sun comes up gold
Stories told in rhythms bold
Post-Chorus
Roll, roll, never let go
Roll, roll, Kingston control
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