Rapy czy Disco?

The echoing beat and raspy bravado seem to mark a step on the asphalt, where the romance of the street no longer lingers, but the habit of standing tall remains. In every word, you can hear a tired "enough," but also a quiet "I did it," without complaints, without pretence, just a fact. Where there used to be resentment and arguments, there is now only cold calculation and the certainty that you don't apologise for success. There's a reconciliation with oneself in the sound, almost philosophical, but through a mischievous grin. Money? Yes, they will. Music? What difference does it make if it's disco or rap? The main thing is that it sounds like a personal victory over the past, which isn't asking to come back.