With It

A rough beat, smelling of asphalt and tobacco, draws out heavy words about the street, where friendship is tested by gunfire and trust is measured by the number of betrayals. There is no room for chance here - everyone is either a friend until death or an enemy forever. It seems like bravado, like boasting, but between the lines you can hear the weariness of the endless cycle of ‘revenge for revenge.’ The music sounds like a chronicle of the neighbourhood: harsh, loud, unadorned - like a warning and a confession at the same time.