Forever G's

It smells like asphalt after rain, burns in your chest - that means it's on. This track sounds like street code collided with stoic vibes philosophy. It's not about glamour or ‘success-success’, but about how to stand on your feet even when the ground beneath them is crumbling.

Somewhere in the rhythm between ‘take the blow’ and ‘don't forget to breathe,’ something almost tender shines through: loyalty to your own, promises to yourself, an attempt not to become embittered. At times, there's a rough beat, like a slap on the back of the head, and then suddenly, a quiet question: ‘What if I let go of everything and stopped trying?’ But no, I can't. Because ‘forever’ is not just a word, it's the default setting.

Not for strangers' ears. For those who know what it's like to pick themselves up piece by piece and go out into the light again, even if that light is just a street lamp outside the window.