Gangsta's Paradise - Blues Cover

Time seems to have frozen between shadow and light, where prayer sounds in time with the beat, and confession smells of smoke and sweat. The world is divided into those who go straight and those who learned long ago to survive on the edge, without asking for permission. Laws aren't written here, they are felt: in every glance, in every breath under the flickering streetlights. Music is like a heavy truth whispered in the dark. It has pride, guilt, and a strange nobility – the very thing that grows out of the mud but doesn't lose its shape. And even when the world is collapsing under the thunder of the bass, there remains a rhythm that is harsh, steady, and inevitable, like the footsteps of someone who knows the value of each day.