Description
There is a special kind of pride - not in shouting or fighting, but in the way they walk down the street in white sneakers through the dust, not tying their Timberland boots all the way because that's how it should be. This track is like a voice passing through the concrete of the neighborhood and the evening heat. Here, they don't read memoirs, they take stock: who was there from the beginning, and who just came for the spotlight. And now - sorry. It's too late. Self-confidence here is not a pose, but armor forged from experience. And the lighthearted “presumo sin querer” is, of course, almost accidental. Almost.