Protiva - Po Betonu (prod. Beatjunkie Rato) Link

Should we lean more into the of the city or focus on the internal monologue of the lyrics for the next part?

To his left, the panelaks (apartment blocks) rose like jagged teeth against a bruised purple sky. He saw a shadow duck into an alleyway and felt a kinship with it. Out here, you were either the hunter, the prey, or the poet documenting the collision. He was the latter, though his ink was often mixed with bile. Protiva - Po betonu (prod. Beatjunkie Rato)

The streetlights on the outskirts of Prague didn’t shine; they hummed, a low-frequency buzz that vibrated through the soles of Protiva’s worn-out sneakers. The Beatjunkie Rato production was already bleeding through his headphones—a cold, rhythmic pulse that felt less like music and more like the internal machinery of the city itself. Should we lean more into the of the