Protiva - Po Betonu (prod. Beatjunkie - Rato)

He stepped off the curb and onto the gray expanse. Po betonu. On the concrete.

Should we lean more into the of the city or focus on the internal monologue of the lyrics for the next part? Protiva - Po betonu (prod. Beatjunkie Rato)

He didn't need a stage. He didn't need a spotlight. As long as the concrete held, he had a foundation. He turned around and headed back into the dark, his footsteps the only percussion left in the night. He stepped off the curb and onto the gray expanse

He passed a playground where the swings groaned in the wind—metal on metal, a perfect sample for a nightmare. He remembered sitting there years ago, dreaming of a way out. Now, he realized the "out" wasn't a destination; it was the movement. As long as he was moving po betonu , he was alive. The hardness of the ground gave him something to push against. It was the only thing that didn't give way when life got heavy. Should we lean more into the of the

By the time the track faded into a haunting, hollow echo, Protiva reached the bridge overlooking the highway. Below him, the headlights of cars blurred into a river of white and red. He looked down at his shoes, dusted with the fine gray powder of the city.