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đŸ€– MĂșsica composta e produzida por InteligĂȘncia Artificial (Dexbom AI).

[Verse] Concrete dreams in the summer heat, Backyard lights on a Friday night. Cans on the curb, the breeze so sweet, Grandma’s porch where the stories ignite. I used to stand where the speakers thump, Feet on the ground, heart in the drum. Now I watch from a distance, same old tune, But the rhythm’s deeper—time has been bruised and soon. [Pre-Chorus] No cap, no mask, just the crack of the break, That sound still cuts through the silence I make. I close my eyes—suddenly, I’m there, Before the world taught me how to care. [Chorus] One beat drops—memory floods the block, Every face I knew is still in the clock. We were young, lost, but we believed in the sound, Now the echoes play like they never found the ground. One beat drops—time slows down the crowd, I’m just a ghost in the old familiar cloud. If I could freeze it, just one more time, I’d shout “We made it” in the fading light. [Verse] Sister danced with a broken shoelace, Brother dropped the mic, laughed at the pace. I wrote my first verse on a milk crate, Spit like I’d never been afraid. Now the streets don’t know my name, But the bassline still sings my fame. Some memories die, some grow old, But this one still pulses—hard and bold. [Pre-Chorus] No cap, no mask, just the crack of the break, That sound still cuts through the silence I make. I close my eyes—suddenly, I’m there, Before the world taught me how to care. [Chorus] One beat drops—memory floods the block, Every face I knew is still in the clock. We were young, lost, but we believed in the sound, Now the echoes play like they never found the ground. One beat drops—time slows down the crowd, I’m just a ghost in the old familiar cloud. If I could freeze it, just one more time, I’d shout “We made it” in the fading light. [Bridge] And the world kept turning, but the moment stayed, In the smoke, the sparks, the kids who played. No fame, no plan, just truth in the rhyme, Now I carry that fire like a ghostly sign. One beat hits—the whole block stands still, I can still feel that spark—still, still, still. [Outro] One beat drops
 Still here
 Still here
 Still here


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