
🎤 [Verse 2]
Rain drips down my dreadlocks,
mixing memory with grace.
I ain’t chasing angels —
they follow my bass.
The city hums like a prayer half-sung,
truth on my tongue,
fire in my lungs.
Love don’t whisp…
Pretty cool
This track is tough!!!! The bars is hot!!!! And the vocals o…
Nice work this very detailed and different
I like this track fam great voice
