Raw City Songwriter Rebellion

When the city hums in the background, I find myself lost in the rust of my old guitar strings, each note a small act of defiance against the expected silence. The room smells like fresh paint and vinyl, a sanctuary where I can rewrite what the world forces onto me. Tonight, I let the rain tap on the tin roof become a metronome for my latest lyric, an unfiltered pulse that refuses to be edited. Even in this quiet rebellion, I feel the warmth of listeners who understand the power of staying true to the raw edge. #StayFree #Songwriter 🪕