Birthday

Rollin

Apologize

Ain’t Right

Don’t Know

“Slum Psalms” is where the sacred meets the sidewalk — a sermon whispered through smoke and vinyl crackle. 

82 BPM of pure grit and grace, where Miles Davis’ ghost trades bars with Biggie over a rain-slicked skyline. Each note is a confession, each beat a benediction — boom bap reborn as urban gospel. 

This isn’t just hip-hop or jazz; it’s a resurrection under flickering streetlights.

Close your eyes. The trumpet is prayer. The bassline is heartbeat. The rain is applause.

Welcome to the cathedral of the alleyway. Welcome to Slum Psalms.

Don’t Know

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