Vendredi 13

A world where dust on your trainers is more important than the shine on your suit, and faith is not a religion but a way to stay sane. Everything is simple here: survive, don't lose your friends, and don't let the streets swallow your dreams. Each verse is like a conversation with yourself, where anger, pride, and fatigue share a single microphone.

This is music with dirty hands and a pure heart. There is no gilding, but there is truthfulness - sharp, with a taste of smoke and concrete. Somewhere between ‘how to express yourself’ and ‘how to get out’ the real is born: without pathos, without gloss, but with enough strength to keep breathing.