Judges 9

The beat opens like a slow sunrise through stained glass, soft organ chords, echoing like you're standing in an abandoned church where the choir used to sing. But outside that church, the streets are buzzing. A deep, syrupy bassline creeps in, smooth like a lowrider gliding under streetlights.

Then the drums hit, tight snares, swung hi-hats, that laid-back West Coast bounce. Not fast, not loud, just steady, like a heartbeat after the fall. You hear talk box whispers, not words, just soul, like a forgotten angel humming under their breath.

Floating above it all, a bluesy guitar cries in short bursts, like wings catching fire in slow motion. The organ riffs weave in, gospel notes dipped in grit, like hallelujahs laced with pain. Every few bars, there's a vocal sample, maybe a preacher saying “He made you from dust” or a reversed choir note that sounds like a soul remembering Heaven.

It’s not just a beat, it’s a funeral march for innocence, a sermon from the streets, a war drum for fallen angels who still believe in something higher, even if it ain't God.

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