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Rough tenderness - that's how this story sounds. On the one hand, there are bullets, crowds, and risk at every turn. On the other, there is a warm ‘mum, go to bed,’ as if behind all the bravado lies the ordinary boyish fear for those waiting at home. Here, the street speaks aloud: about wounds, salt on them, about youth that did not match dreams at all. But there is no self-pity in these lines - only a stubborn ‘I'll be back.’ Music becomes a shield: sharp, direct, but with a glimmer of that very truth that can only be heard in the voice of the streets.