[ Featuring the Bandits ]
Benny on the phone calling on
PJ in the back setting the tone
Escape to the whiskey theirs no surprise
Living in a reality that burns the skies
Rocking the club like a wolf pack
The after party starts as the sun attacks
Don't end coz I'll be on my jones
Those thoughts of betrayal that shake my bones
Always keep it on the downlow
Sometimes it aint good
Always keep it on the downlow
Tell me that I need to put that bottle away
Look back, attack, react its gone
Hope is the saviour that inspires,
To cover our fragility with fresh attire
To save ourselves from segregation
To pose as a pawn of regulation
Easy to physio- analyse victim of
Circumstance no pant-ermine
The darkness and light accompany my mind
I cant ever seem to find the right kind
