Escape

Every neighborhood has its own soundtrack - with rhymes about survival and dreams of escape. Here, the concrete smells of ambition, and the streetlights shine like spotlights for those who haven't given up yet. Between the beats, there are conversations about money, friends, loss, and freedom, but it's not depressing; it's invigorating: the harder the everyday life, the sweeter the idea of flying away, whether to France or just around the corner, where no one knows your past. The beat rolls confidently, as if the route is already laid out, and the voice is that very inner engine that says, "Come on, break free from this." And suddenly reality becomes cinematic - the nite, the streetlights, someone is dancing right on the pavement, and for a couple of minutes it seems like there's actually a way out of this.