It's the intro 'pon a wonderful instro. I lace the track with my lingo. I don't come in slow... I want love... justice... to see peace... out my window. I want it wrapped with a sick flow and that's how I'm rapping this album! Let it roll... I spit bars with meaning; fully charged with feeling. Topics are hard but they're real and come from the heart with knowledge I've been gleaning. Got to hold up my level - no dumbing down cos I won't ever settle for a nothing sound like some roadman that sell out for a couple pounds and don't notice they're selling out their cousins now! This industry - it's don't need us unless we're undermining our teachers. Mainstream media only wants to feed us nonsense, violence in order to keep us fuelling this racist system where private prisons have the same owners, who'll never find contrition. More heads in pen though crime hasn't risen??? and profits increase while black lives are riven...

There's no place that I won't go and I feel that if you got love and kicking out real shit... if you're kicking that shit from your heart, you can go wherever your heart wants you to go. My heart says; and I do. It's Triple S flying up in the sky blue. My heart says; and I do. It's Triple S flying up in the sky blue. I'm real when I say this: I want the world full of peaceful places. My heart bleeds when I see those faces caught in the wars with a needless basis. It seems, through ages we've become less violent. I say this but we still fight far too much though. My heart tells me I can make changes; though they may be small, the fire inside keeps on raging due to the way we brawl and bully for material gain; rampaging over the weak and needy. Reassessment of priorities we have these days would definitely lead us to higher dimensions. Believe me! My heart says; and I do. It's Triple S flying up in the sky blue. My heart says; and I do. It's Triple S flying up in the sky blue. If you're wealthy but need more and you're not satisfied, you're poor. Learn to appreciate; see your have's and then, I swear, you'll for sure be richer than most men. Stop coveting clothes and things. Unthaw a frozen faith and let yourself open a portal to ascend up where you're sure to reach your zen; reach for a more fulfilling end, away from awful wants and trends... but it's going to be hard to change our views and the system that many accept and regard unquestioningly in this corporate prison. My heart says; and I do. It's Triple S flying up in the sky blue. My heart says; and I do. It's Triple S flying up in the sky blue. This here, is a warning! Showing people balling all over the media promotes greed. It's appalling seeing people poor, un- able to afford an adequate meal, shelter and clothes when displays of galling waste are shown as more than acceptable. It's dawning on me this situation will some day turn in to warring. At first I was just yawning. Now it's beyond boring. We'll see these inequalities lead to the system falling.

Recently I had to change the scenery. Moved to Spain - a choice made easily. I love British culture but it seems to me our rulers persist in thievery. Reverse Robin Hood’s gorge greedily... It’s the neocon-Murdoch team that fleece 99% of us frequently. Sometimes this City’s obscene to see. I need to be away for a while where the sunshine smiles; breathes out warm breath consistently. Instantly memories locked up distantly break free...rampage and bust serotonin loose ‘cross this damn page. It supplants rage. I see a new face as the rats I left run their huge race. Everybody keeps telling me “You must be happy to leave the mean weather be- hind, or at least you better be” but I don’t remember rain...head’s gone feathery. Memory’s taken this crazy town and Smoke-tinted it. It’s amazing now... seeing West Norwood Through Hazy Clouds. Love the smog and it’s grainy sough. London London straight out the dungeons where Underground scenes are abundant. Governments smothering and killing our fun but London’s heart’ll keep the streets pumping. London London straight out the dungeons where Underground scenes are abundant. Governments smothering and killing our fun but London’s heart’ll keep the streets pumping. Take a peep at the West... on All Saint’s - Carnival weekend is blessed. Street food’s cracking and cheap - I attest. Michelin cannot compete with this zest. Tagged up Leeky streets and long, dark tunnels with graffiti treats. need the East. Plaistow... the family home where I can sleep ‘n’ feast. A little north, go warehouse raving ...keeping Hackney and Manor House blazing. Stuck in poetry jams through Blackwall to South and it’s totally rammed_as beats Splash down on Brixton. Smiles on faces when the bassline licks ‘em. Parks, Country Fair’s around sticks’n’ it’s London City - the cultures keep mixing.

Hold up! Slow down I'll always be a concrete junglist. Know say that I'm programmed 170's the way I function. It's crucial that we don't drown in a river of haste. There's fun to this life paced at a slow jam then return with energy that's thunderous. Fast to slow... I do it well. I ain't a master though. A true master's the last to blow his own horn. In everything, I got far to go. It's hard to grow everyday, but it's a task, and so I try shining like a star will glow; I stand tall - the world's beautiful and vast, below. I follow a path to know; I seek knowledge, inner peace and to impart them both. Ujjayi took me to a calmer zone where positivity rules and karma flows. I'ma take you there. I want to help people and awaken their spiritual consciousness. I want to ease suffering and to show that it's great to care. Breath deep; close eyes; concentrate; prepare... feel the rush down your throat as you inhale the air. Sense the light - let it fully penetrate you. Here, don't hold, but control, the exhale. Repair by letting darkness escape from where it sneaks in through our daily shared experiences and our main affairs. Your life will never be the same, I swear. Calma te. Tranquilo. Deberias vivir mas sensilo. Un estilo de vida mas facil o a la largo, mas productivo. Toma te un momento. Respira profundo y lento. No escondas tus sentimientos. No necesitas mucho para estar contento. The reaction I'm talking 'bout helps me to relax; unwind from my rage at the system - got an axe to grind. I'm being ground down til I'm not that inclined to support paying leaders who attack my kind. The government spends our tax on crime and uses propaganda to distract our minds. I get down seeing press leaving facts behind; packing lies; or react to crime inconsistently if a man's background might be from the elite or from powerful lines; and write trivial stories that are trash - designed to dumb-down people and to tap divides; spread hate, then slate packs of prime targets like the poor and those who, perhaps, remind people of a terrorist who may impact their lives. Stacks of time spent fighting injustice round the world makes me crack sometimes. I need release; need to chat to grime; need beats like these for tracks I write. When I heard this, I had to take it back - rewind! I said, "Rayless, man, you know this track's sublime. It's like light beams permeating cracks that shine bright over a cavernous mine. Smacked it!" Spine-tingling beats let my thoughts take a break but not slack. I'm fine 'cos music and ashtanga have been with me for time and have captured mine. This trap's divine. Got a little knowledge. I've got stacks to find. Without downtime, those stacks are mad to climb. Slow down. Meditate - it's profound.

I'm far from perfect and, in some eyes, sometimes worthless. Stunned. My sunshine burns as I stay dumb. Why? Dumb might hurt less but it hurts my jaw after clenching. Tension fills my body. Try preventing escalation. Care not to mention points that undermine peaceful intentions. I can't do this right and you know I can't do that right! But whose right is it to determine these rights? I write about it cos I can't stand these fights. Walk away or, maybe, don't talk for days? Time for another bought bouquet? Life doesn't need to be fought this way. How many can I count? Never really ready for unnecessary bouts. Questions malevolently sent at me, abound, waiting to bury me in cemetery grounds Heart starts sinking when I hear the words "what you thinking". First time, not even an inkling of the grief that comes from this lynching. Ask if a hot lady's attractive... No way out - in danger and captive. Strangely, at risk from a major attack if I tell the truth, lie or stay inactive. I can't hack this...exhausted. For sure I never thought when we courted that you'd cause more flaws in this raw kid. My resilience was formerly vaunted. And you're right, I could be more thoughtful. It's not about an awful memory. It's normal for humans to make mistakes. Not remorseful. Show some empathy - Try! Just a morsel. It's far too late now. We have to stop this before hate pounds on love's door, but he ain't round now. cos love's strong and won't easily break down. Sometimes the views improve with work but, now, I choose not to. Claustrophobic - no moving room and, mentally, we're both bruised right through. Aching, so I need a soothing tune. We've a few issues. We lose. It's you! It's me too! Defuse this... I'm so through with you!

Yes pretty missy! Let’s get away from the busy city; chase the sun and then get pretty sticky getting down to the sounds of Pretty Ricky. I miss those beach days. Pull up to the spot where we’d laze each day; catch deep rays; put a reggae mix on replay. Sea spray - cooling us down. Lightest breeze soothing our browned glistening skin. Fooling around ‘til the sun melted in the sea; cooled and drowned. Dark skies glittered like gold shined; stars our road signs. In no time home-time...dash mo’ wine then hit the nightclub and slow wine. I recall the first time that we saw each other. Never thought I’d be enthralled by a single look - it was a deep fall. Long shot. Odds seemed small but I beat them all. Set out my cheeky stall... you could have been appalled; you reciprocated though - feelings called. I showed unspoken signs. Eyes closed; hoped that time might slow as I was floating down life’s road. Embraced in tropical heat. Out among nature’s prodigal treats, accompanied by phenomenal beats. Music made on allegorical sheets. Body to body. I was sweaty; I didn’t worry. Lascivious acts - I wasn’t sorry. We were the goddess Rati embodied. You were focused on me. I was fully focused on you. We weren’t caring if we caused staring or whether folk noticed us two. Crazy - screw loose. Smooth moves lubed by the rum and the fruit juice. Talked to you between lipsing...two twos: Soon knew it was time to cruise with a few views. Track through the jungle cleared and, with the sound of the club disappearing, a cliff-top, moonlit scene was appearing: Praia do Amor was the beach we were nearing. Sandy beach. Some stones around. Didn’t take long to add clothes to the ground. The sea whispered “hushhhhh” - took a little heed; couldn’t hold every sound. Atlantic fresh; undressed and pressed chest to chest. The ocean, at rest, caressed us. Those times were the best. I’m blessed. Wet, black blueness was coolness but it didn’t cool us. Trying to temper this fever was useless. Hot sounds but these ones were tuneless. Low lights from the town licked the sea so nicely. And no price could have been put upon those nights. Ride on me! Finally, vitally, I received the sign silently; the “come take me away mightily” the “grind with me”; “ride with me”; “let’s get lively”; “fly with me... we’ll get high; release; then lie with me”; and the “come live life with me”. Can’t believe that you’re still here! It’s never been tough. I’m sincere; It’s real love and it’s been clear we’ve got more than enough to fill years. One day we’ll return. About that, I’ve no major concern. These memories don’t fade away - burned deep in my mind. For that place I have yearned.

It's a time and a place: factors combine to efface solo lives. Stars align in to place as another fire starts; igniting a space that previously might have embraced independence. Now, finding a base, shining bright and lighting up faces, this becomes another kind of oasis. Things worked in a moment but for how long does this timeframe last? Ethereal connections stay potent for a while, then resign and pass. Catching a wave can be a powerful encroachment on a contented life. Fighting a path through reason, no matter how cogent. The moon pulls. Love rides on it hard. You can't predict all the circumstances that lead to the juncture, where the first advance progress to something more, that just works. Your chances have to be taken - there's no perfect answers. A sun blessed, pure energy connecting celestial entities. Boundless, it doesn't rest. It'll never be stable but the best point's heavenly. It's been so long but this raging fire still grows strong with a warmth for you that seems to go on and on. This attraction's prolonged and our soul's bond as we advance together; determined; striding through the darkest weather, but I seldom get the feeling it's a hard endeavour. Hearing earth's beat, I dream we can dance forever. Dust drifts in the air as a gust blows; random movements; taken further. Like blissful dreams that adjust loads; becoming colder after a swell of fervour. How do we change after lust goes? A new phase - same Terra Firma. What if we met and it was just those differences, would we get a firmer relationship or would there be one at all? Could I taste your lips? Would I easily fall? Would I take a slip but then keep standing tall? Thoughts make a drip of what could be waterfalls. These are samples of the not unsubstantial deviations that make my head scrambled when I know I should just be thankful.

It's hard to swallow. Never's - a word I won't believe again. Could it be your heart is hollow? On a low. Very little down beneath and I'm Making attempts to move on. Pages fill but don't tend to prove long. Lose track and invent a new song Entirely with you at the centre. Screw gone! Tantamount to a brain invasion. Evasion of sense. Can't help the fixation. Alleviation must come but sensations, Never felt before this, seem stationed. Damned in this cycle, Riding idly round a recital. And my idol - core of the spiral... Won't you leave me to my slow revival?

## Throw me in the water ## Don't think about the splash I will create ## Leave me at the altar ## Knowing all the things you just escaped I'm sad that you feel this way but I had to let you go. Time's the way to heal the pain and I really want to let you know this hurts for you and for me's the same. And I can't forget you, though I've tried. I need this rain to clear but now it's set to snow. Bright and I can see clearly despite my swollen and teary eyes. A plight like this will sear me... so right; so far; so nearly... You might hate me now but we'll live with the consequences. Your questions break me down cos I worship you without pretence. It's no joke. No hope for our future was all I saw. Clothes soaked. This snow cloak won't let me ignore my core... I feel pain too. With the choice I made, you truely believe I failed to think?! Its been hell to break through this torturous love and face reality that we can't clear these obstructions. Though they seem like trivialities I can't envisage our reconstruction. Now's no time for conviviality but I make the assumption you'll do fine. Your congeniality will result in love's reproduction You're strong. You can make it. I'm strong. We're strong. We can make it. Yeah, it's been hard and we both feel jaded but this whole dame situation's frustrated me to tears. I deeply revere you so I can't stand to be severe like this. I wish you were sleeping near. I've wished and thought "maybe in years when we're equal - foreigners are seen as peers - and borders fall, love could reappear." Its taken time...now I'm seeing clear. A ruthless break was needed here. Though sparks fly as we separate and ask why we never stood a real chance, I know we'll make it through these dark times. ## Throw me in the water ## Don't think about the splash I will create ## Leave me at the altar ## Knowing all the things you just escaped

## Take me for a ride; ## I made up my mind ## Lucky You ## Used to be so kind ## you forgot that time; didn't you? ## No, you can't deny this is the last time ## Fight against you ## No, you can't deny this is the last fight ## Fight against you You say I’m lucky...that goes for you too! The last dance; last fight. Who knew such a passionate ride would soon move through voodoo realms and become a hoodoo. A new view - mind stable from the moment the night ends. You say so... Say “no” - Are you able? Turn a page; though you’ll lay low I believe you’ll let me take hold. It might sound arrogant but the gift I give you is extravagant; or an adjuvant to pure pleasure. Demanding more from me is an embarrassment. You’ll be adamant, in spite of our history as lovers and fighters, that you’ll find a way to get by the piper of excess writhing inside ya. ## And music all around; ## Glitters on the ground ## I'm ready for the show, show, show ## If you saw me that night, ## climbing up the sky ## and dancing on and on and on ## for the show show ## Take me for a ride; ## I made up my mind ## Lucky You ## Lucky You ## Take me for a ride; ## I made up my mind ## Lucky You ## Used to be so kind ## you forgot that time; didn't you? ## No, you can't deny this is the last time ## Fight against you ## No, you can't deny this is the last fight ## Fight against you I can take you there Stars on the ground. Glitter in the air. God of our sound leads the affair. Spar with me now. No need for warfare. The show’s started. Cathartic tunes and I’m guarded. We’re good right now but your darkest side’s creating a target. Touching your face. Ride me out. Pin pricks I deliver. I hold your body in such an embrace your sensory perceptions surge and you shiver. Crescendo with the tutti tells you “enough”. You won’t listen though - you flee. I can find someone else who’ll be happy to take me as I am and not abuse me. Nah nah. It’s the last time. Nah nah. It’s the last time.

I was only 6 years old - don't think that was when my life folded cos when you left, I took hold. My friends replaced you six-fold. You, to me, were dead; cold; worthless. No relation to me. Mum, sis, friends - they were gold. I've no idea why you hacked off your nose... and my only memories are hazy: shouting; swearing; going crazy; knife held to my number one lady; and all that in front of your babies. Cha! Disgrace. I know there were good times too, but none that I could hold on to. Mum telling me was the reason I knew. Fool, you're objects are more memorable by far: classical guitar; GE TV; GTI car; that waxy black sofa and that vodka-made reservoir; a handful of your memoirs. I know you're a fallen star. I'm a star, but I'm not guna fall. Head screwed on; sanity installed. As I went through school and life progressed, after that, overall, I didn't notice your absence. Other fathers were around and they played ball with their sons. I joined in and, within, I felt at ease - no cares at all. I've seen internal brawls: kids hit the wall when it happens to them: they stalled, but not me. Your head's on a plaque; mounted on my wall next to my football trophies and my stacks of épopées. I see you but I still proceed to seize the days. No, I won't freeze. I stay warm. You're cold and lonely. You can't say you're a dad - you're a phoney. Anyone who does articulates pony cos you don't know me. Let's compare and contrast: you get livid and I can't be asked. In your vicinity there have been blasts: self destruction was your chosen path. I'm tranquilo; at the same time, moving fast forward. I don't do things by halves. I stick to the task. I know we got the music in common: you liked a range and I stick to modern. Yeah, we like the booze as well: essential to you. Trust, I've not forgotten. Controlling ain't really my thing. I'd rather just be chilled out. Take control when it needs to be done but, believe you me, you'd never hear me shout. I'm glad you weren't around cos look at me now and all these things I've done. No chance to hold me down. Sleep tight!