Point of Origin(A moment of clarity at the club)

Then that baseline came in, and then the lyrics: “Follow meeeeeee, Follow meeeeeeee” came off the fader, God was trying to tell me something. And this time I was going to listen. So I left. She was parked outside bumping Dilla’s “Welcome to Detroit”. They’d locked the rest of the line out to start shutting the place down. The shotgun seat was empty. It was time to ride.