Фокус перед Подходом (Старая Школа)

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Midnight in the city.
Smoke in the air.
Just me and the mic.
The street lamp flickers like a dying thought
Lessons in the dark are the ones I was taught
Walking through the mist with a notebook in my hand
Building up a kingdom on a shifting pile of sand
The saxophone cries for the souls in the alley
From the mountain peak to the depth of the valley
Life’s a jazz session, keep the tempo on beat
Avoid the cold stares of the ghosts on the street.

Midnight session, under the moon
The rhythm of the city is a haunting tune
Smoke and mirrors, truth and lies
You can see the hunger in a hustler’s eyes
Yeah, it never dies.

Dim lights, thick vibes, eyes a little heavy
Waiting for the flood at the edge of the levee
Rhymes like water, flowing through the cracks
No turning back, never checking my tracks
The city is a witness to the things I’ve confessed
A heart made of gold inside a bulletproof vest
Echoes of the legends in the bricks and the mortar
Trying to keep my head just above the dark water.

Midnight session, under the moon
The rhythm of the city is a haunting tune
Smoke and mirrors, truth and lies
You can see the hunger in a hustler’s eyes.
Lights out.
Stay awake.
The city is watching.