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Description
Like a chronicle of houses with peeling paint, where the lift is stuck forever, and children's games coexist with gunshots. Here, rain sounds like a premonition of disaster, and the sun sounds like a mockery, because answers still only come from pain and weapons. This is a story about courtyards where every day is like survival, where joy is a short party in the courtyard, and tragedy is just another news story. Harsh, gloomy, but honest: rhythm turns chaos into music, and the memory of ‘trap apartments’ becomes the eternal soundtrack of the neighbourhood.
Producer: Frankie P
Producer: Mario Luciano
Sound Recording: John Kadadu
Sound Recording, Composer, Lyricist: Mario Dragoi
Mixing Engineer: Leslie Brettwaite
Mastering: Chris Athens
A&R: Tim Glover
Administrator and Coordinator: Alissa Batista
Administrator and Administrator: Marissa Weekliff
Composer and Lyricist: Destin Ruth
Composer and Lyricist: Terrence LeVar Thornton
Composer and Lyricist: Gene Thornton
Composer and Lyricist: Frank Parra
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