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Westway Shadows (Grime Flip) 1 by Yasmin

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Westway Shadows (Grime Flip) 1

Gritty Melody,Neutral Vocals

0:003:25
Lyrics
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(Intro)
Westway shadows — we don't fold, we don't fold
Westway shadows — concrete gold, concrete gold
(Verse 1)
Cold-block nights, postcode stamped on my chest,
Tower light flickers like a street-test, I'm pressed,
Chip shop steam, salt on my jacket, breath short,
Night bus glides — past the flats where kids smoke thoughts.
Letter from the council, stamp reads 'debt', no cure,
Stairwell whispers, doorways counting prayers in the floor,
Tesco bags full of tomorrow's half-eaten plans,
Mam on the phone, counting coins with cracked hands.
Siren lullabies, radio buzz through the stair,
Neighbours shuffle secrets like they keep 'em under there,
Pavement memory: school kicks scuffed, sneakers split,
Kids drawing crowns in chalk, dreaming off a split-lit wit.
I learned to spit in rhythm — rationed hope, tight lines,
Scraped knees, sharper schemes, timing like train signs,
This block taught me grammar with a gutter accent,
Turn loss into ledger, every scar's a new context.
(Chorus)
Westway shadows — we don't fold
Westway shadows — concrete gold
Westway shadows — we survive cold
Westway shadows — watch us hold
(Verse 2)
Two-step cadence, double-time, tongue like a blade,
Opps talk loud but their words switch to fade,
Beat drops like rain on corrugated roofs,
I lace syllables like boots, hard truth in the proof.
Streetlights strobe our shapes like stamped silhouettes,
Claim kingship on scraps — borrowed crowns, rotten bets,
I flip a line, calorie for calorie — I rise,
Mark my name in stair paint, block fonts on the rise.
Fast bars for the front-line kids who sprint through curfew,
Punchlines for the mums who bar the door, seeing through you,
We move chess on tarmac, hustle in the crosswalk,
Noise from the outside — but we steady when it locks.
No cliché solace, just the nitty and the neat:
Scars mapped on hands where the night market meets,
I owe my rhythm to the pavement and the cold dusk,
My bars bite back; I give the storm no truss.
(Chorus)
Westway shadows — we don't fold (we don't fold)
Westway shadows — concrete gold (concrete gold)
Westway shadows — standin' bold
Westway shadows — watch the story told
(Bridge / MC Tag)
Stand up, tune in — Westway's pulse in my throat,
Shout up, hands high — we scored cards nobody wrote.
Crowd hits back — echo: "We don't fold!"
(Outro)
Westway shadows — chant it, short and cold,
Turn the grit into glint, that story sold,
From night-bus hum to chip shop smoke and gold,
Westway raised the spine that won't be sold.
Westway shadows — we don't fold, we don't fold.
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