Burning Asphalt

[🎹 Descending synth, expansive delay, creating a brief emptiness] Sirens wail but no one runs, no one shouts, no one stares, because the streets play by their own rules, and in the shadows, there are none. [🔊 Sample of distant engines and footsteps, adding depth] [🥁 Dry drums, hi-hats open and close, building tension] Black bags dance in the breeze, a short beep, a door slams shut, glances cut like razor blades, because here, nothing comes for free. [🎹 Glitchy synth, reverb-drenched, echoes like murmurs in the distance] The radio plays in an open window, a dirty rhythm, a real beat, the rhymes fill the thick air, speaking of what no one ever writes. [🎸 Distorted bass, deep, aggressive groove hitting in the chest] Graffiti covers what time erases, names of those who don’t walk anymore, promises made in the last drink, everything is owed, everything is paid. [🥁 Sharp snare, a dry punch between each phrase] Clocks don’t work in this part of town, the streets decide when the day begins, and if the sun hides behind the smoke, it’s because the night never really ended. [🥁 Dry drums, hi-hats open and close, building tension] Black bags dance in the breeze, a short beep, a door slams shut, glances cut like razor blades, because here, nothing comes for free. [🎹 Glitchy synth, reverb-drenched, echoes like murmurs in the distance] The radio plays in an open window, a dirty rhythm, a real beat, the rhymes fill the thick air, speaking of what no one ever writes.