SALE ÉTAT

Pain hidden under a bulletproof vest made of rhymes and streets. Here, the heart is mended with banknotes, smoke, and a couple of cynical jokes, but the cracks still show through - in every beat, in every line. The world around is buzzing, spinning, bustling, but inside, it still aches quietly. Fatigue and pride go hand in hand: "thank you, but no thanks," "we live, but by feel." There's no pretence in this music – just honest survival among sharks, where even success smells of sadness. And yet, somewhere between the beats and the prayers, a stubborn "the heart is alive" resonates for their sound, even if it's patched up.