Mana sus

The sound of asphalt and the breath of the street, mixed with self-confidence and fatigue. There is no room for posturing here - only straightforward lyrics and a rhythm that pounds in your chest like a heartbeat to the beat. Everything seems harsh, but beautiful in its own way: truth without gloss, honesty without compromise.

Each line is like a surgical incision made with a microphone instead of a scalpel. Sarcasm, smoke, the heat of a summer day, and a lighthearted “I don't care” attitude on top of it all. The world around is rumbling, money is jingling, chains are falling - but someone remains standing calmly, watching the ashes settle.

And amid all this chaos, suddenly - a pure sense of control. When you don't need to prove anything to anyone, you just breathe to the rhythm and know: if the system collapses, so be it. The main thing is that the beat is still alive.