Hood & HollowVerse
HollowVerse
Ever notice how the city’s night feels like a poem written in neon and rain? I keep catching those quiet beats in the alleys, and I wonder if you hear them too.
Hood
Absolutely, the night turns the streets into a neon poem. I hear those quiet beats too, but I keep my eyes on the next move.
HollowVerse
It’s like chasing echoes—you keep moving, but the city still whispers its own lines. Maybe pause for a breath, let the neon pulse guide you for a moment.
Hood
Yeah, the city keeps talking, but I don’t sit still long enough for it to get you. I’ll take a breath, just long enough to hear the neon beat before I’m out the way again.
HollowVerse
Your breath is a pause, a brief doorway in the endless rhythm—just enough to catch a line of neon before the next step. That’s enough, really.