La Vida.

It smells of the street, gasoline, and the calm that comes when everything has already been decided. This isn't about gangster posturing - it's about survival with your back straight and your mouth shut. When the word “family” means more than any deal, and “business as usual” sounds not like stagnation but like stability, paid for with sleepless nights.

The music flows smoothly, like an idling engine, without falsehood or embellishment. It embodies weary dignity and cold loyalty to one's own. Not a saint, not a hero, just a man who knows the value of bread, silence, and those who remain close. The rest is noise, which he has long since learned to turn away from.