A track woven from old wounds and ancient echoes — the kind of sound that slips through the cracks of the night and whispers truths you didn’t ask for but still needed.
It hits with that raw, street-born honesty… the kind that doesn’t wear makeup and doesn’t beg to be understood.
Let it sink in.
Let it haunt a little.
Good music always does.
Some beats don’t ask for permission. They grab.
This track is one of those. For a moment — maybe two — forget the noise. Let the raw energy, the bass, the silence between sounds hit you.
It’s not just music. It’s a feeling sliding under your skin, a pulse you didn’t know you had.
If you read this and felt something — that’s the moment. Replay it. Share it. Let it spread.
Some songs don’t just play — they drift in, ghostlike, and linger where light barely touches.
This one creeps up on you — memories, scars, regrets, hopes — all wrapped in a beat that pulses too slow and too real.
Close your eyes. Feel it. Let those ghosts you thought you buried dance again for a minute.
Because maybe in that fleeting moment, you remember who you were... and who you could still be.