Sand of Space, Sand of Space Don't step Drum and Bass

Don’t step round here with a loud-mouth grin
Ends get cold when the lights go dim
Wrong little move and the mood turns mad
Whole block wake when the tension hits

Black tracks glide through the alley smoke
Man don’t laugh when the steel gates close
Late-night air got a pressure still
Concrete breathe with a silent will

Young G’s posted by the stairway rail
Eyes stay sharp when the strangers trail
One wrong stare and the whole road shift
Dark-side rules in the midnight mist

No fake badness round these estates
Man get checked by the tower gates
Rain hit hard on the blacked out coat
Bassline rumble from the under-road

Council flats got a memory deep
Cold old walls never truly sleep Every brick know the names and scars
Every lane know the burnt-out cars

Don’t come here on some tourist hype
This ain’t stories or internet likes
Man move serious under the cloud
No loose talk when the crew get loud

Black Adidas and the gloves pulled tight
Roadman ghosts in the sodium light
Train tracks scream through the freezing dark
Whole hood tense when the dogs all bark

South side pressure with the hoodies low
Everybody know what you need to know
No long speeches no hero pose
Just cold eyes and the silent codes

Step too reckless the air turns strange
Even olders don’t roam too late
Streetlamp crack with a flicker flash
Night bus gone and the tyres splash

Dark grey smoke in the parking bays
Kids grow cold in a hundred ways
Still the bassline shake that pain
While the rain hit hard on the windowpane

Man got scars that they never show
Still move calm through the undertow
Heavy kicks make the car doors jump
Whole estate feel the bassline thump

Don’t test pride where the wolves still lurk
Old school anger still stains the curb
Cold wind howl through the broken vents
Whole road wired with the built up stress

Blacked-out coupe with the engine growl
Two young G’s and a face like stone
No eye contact when the tension rise
Everybody know when the danger’s close

Grime stay raw in the midnight rain
No bright chains, just survival brain
Every stairwell smell like smoke and rust
Every handshake built on trust

Man been raised where the cold runs deep
Where the sirens cry and the mothers weep
Still stand tall in the blackout storm
Black Adidas keeping bodies warm

So don’t walk here with a twisted plan
Ends bite back when you move too mad
Night stay ruthless beyond them flats
And the roads don’t care where you came from