Y'all still pretending this is dope or nah?
This shyt is dope. Andre is in between time yet before and after time at the same damn time. nikka didn't drop a single bar yet you hear the lyrics
In the city where the shadows dance
Concrete dreams, a fragile trance
Lost in echoes of the midnight breeze
Whispers of a soul that yearns to be free
Life's a canvas, painted in shades of gray
Searching for colors in the disarray
Through the rhythm of the heart's refrain
I find solace in the pouring rain.
A symphony of sirens in the urban symposium
Lost souls in the labyrinth, seeking wisdom
Faces blurred, like reflections in the rain
In this concrete jungle, I'm still chasing the refrain.
Whispers of the city, secrets untold
In the alleys where the stories unfold
Broken dreams pave the streets I roam
Yet hope flickers in the heart's own home
Eyes mirror the city lights' glow
Stories etched in every ebb and flow
In the urban sonnet, where silence screams
I'm an echo lost in the realm of dreams
In the night's embrace, where shadows play
I'll find my way, I'll find my way.
Through the chaos, I'll break the chain
And let my soul dance in the pouring rain.
That's the type of shyt I hear from the first song nikka open your third eye nikka