Fuk Em

It sounds like a diary written not with a pen, but with caps lock and profanity. Raw emotions without filters - from longing for children to anger at those who betrayed him. Everything is mixed up here: love and hate, tenderness and rage, memories and stubborn ‘fuck you.’

The beat is steady and heavy, like the footsteps of a man who doesn't stumble even on broken glass. The voice conveys both fatigue and steel: you can swear, you can lose your train of thought, but the main thing is to stand your ground and hold your own. The result is a strange cocktail: a cry of pain mixed with pride and loyalty to one's own.