Problem Solver

Loud, dirty, and self-assured, as if youth had declared war on itself and won half of it. It's not about poses or style here, just hunger, clenched into a fist, under the bass that booms like a heartbeat after a fight. He's still a kid, but he already has that predatory gleam in his eyes, the one you get when the future promises nothing but speed and risk. Every line is a challenge, every rhyme is armor. No idols except your own ambitions. The world seems to be on pause while this voice shoots words at the ceiling, at the sky, at itself. And tho not yet a star, the orbit is already one that revolves only around the will to never give up.