Feel The Sound

The funk is in the speakers,
And the bass is shaking ground; the reggae in my heartbeat is the only peaceful sound.
I walk toward the shadows where the neon lights are dim,
But I carry the vibration like a fire burning in.
The people walk in circles; they don't know which way to go,
But the rhythm keeps me moving, and it tells me what I know.
When the bass is low and the smoke is thick,
I feel the ancient rhythm kick; the darkness cannot take my soul,
The music makes me whole.
Ride the bass, feel the sound; ride the bass,
Shaking ground.