Woodstock 2029

Here, every line sounds like a note in the margins of a diary, hastily written between the road, the stage, and the silence after the concert. Military metaphors, comparisons with superheroes, everyday details about taxes and the gym - all in one rhythm, like a stream of thoughts that doesn't stop even to the beat. It's not about pathos, but about honest work: keeping up the pressure, staying in shape, and continuing to speak, even when the night is longer than the day.

There is a slight fatigue and irony - as if to say, “it's not hustle,” but behind the words, you can feel how much discipline and weight there is in this craft. In the end, there is a feeling of an invigorating strong dose - as if instead of sleep, they gave you black coffee and sent you back to the city, where there is always something to say and someone to measure your rhymes against.