Chuniri

The concrete under my feet stopped being scary a long time ago; it became a starting point. Confidence rises from the cracks, mixed with the noise of engines and the crunch of sneakers on the asphalt. Each syllable is like a firecracker exploding under the windows of others' doubts. The world seems to be betting against us, but who says you can't win playing by your own rules? It's all about the balance between chaos and control here: gold bracelets on the wrists of those who were counting change for cigarets yesterday. In every beat, a reminder that even if the flow falters, the rhythm still fires. Beneath the bass, that same hunger vibrates, not for fame, but for proof that surviving is not enough; you need to be louder than the silence.