In this update, the drums received a more complex pattern, as well as a brush kit to accompany it and some more levels editing.
In the late of the night, I’m a transparent ghost.
Kids skate in the light of the lamppost.
Heathens breathing in the freeing air of fresh coast.
Although its distant they listen as if it isn’t at most,
A thousand miles from this wild place they call home
The crowds and piles and styles of people they will never know,
Of clouds and smiles, of shores that have never seen snow,
Are illuminated with an alien glow.
Yeah soon they’ll blow, Yeah soon they’ll show
All the people who don’t, appreciate flow
They’ll capture the moon and bring it in tow
So know that these kids are striving
To keep hip hops soul so alive and
Hate these wanna be sucker two timing
Rappers who know fuckin nothing bout rhyming.
It seems nothings ever gonna come of it,
It seems you’re the only one that gives a shit
It seems that you’re just about to quit and
It seems that you’re breaking apart bit by bit
So don’t, give a fuck about those people who never
Had hope in ya, man you’re far too clever
They can’t hold ya back from your greatest endeavor
Middle fingers up and you’re gone forever.
What are you checking over your shoulder for?
There isn’t a path there for you anymore.
Look in front of you with your feet on the floor