Terrain

Somewhere between dreams of a stadium and a driveway smelling of grass, a certainty was born - not all heroes wear cleats. Some people just catch the rhythm of the street and mix Coca-Cola with reality so they don't have to think about how things used to be. Money, brands, short nights, and long memories - the whole cocktail of youth to the rumble of the bass. There's no room for philosophy here: every verse is like a new deal with yourself. Mistakes? There were some. But now it's not conscience that shines, but the chain around the neck, and this seems to suit both sides - life and the one who outplayed it.