Nueva Era

The world around him seems to have become a mirror, reflecting aeroplanes, checks, and chains, but beneath the gleam of metal, a hoarse "I've suffered through all of this" breaks through. The beat rumbles like a legend-making workshop, where every line is forged from self-assurance and weariness simultaneously. The words convey a person who didn't just climb to the top, they exploded there, leaving sneaker tracks and envy on the asphalt. There are no prayers for miracles here, only deals with oneself and faith in one's own beast. It's rocking like a locomotive driven by ambition, but behind every boastful rhyme hides that same nerve that won't let you relax even with an ocean view. The music smells of sweat, smoke, and victory, in which there is nothing accidental.