Forever G's

It smells like asphalt after the rain, it burns in your chest - that means it’s turned on. This track sounds like street code colliding with stoic vibes philosophy. This is not about gloss and not about “success-success”, but about how to stand on your feet, even when the ground crumbles under them.

Somewhere in the rhythm between “take the hit” and “don’t forget to breathe,” something almost tender is visible: devotion to one’s own, promises to oneself, an attempt not to become embittered. At times - a rough beat, like a slap on the back of the head, and then suddenly - a quiet question: “What if you let go of everything and don’t try again?” But no, you can't. Because “forever” is not just a word, it is a default setting.

Not for prying ears. For those who know what it’s like to pick yourself up piece by piece and go out into the world again, even if the light is a lantern under the windows.