Gothic & Koresh
Yo, ever think about turning the city’s trash into a midnight mural? There's a kinda art to it if you look at the shadows right.
the city’s trash is like a choir of broken hopes, and at midnight its shadows sing. i could get lost in that dark rhythm, painting the unseen stories that crawl between the cracks. it sounds like a midnight poem in paint.
Sounds like a midnight mixtape, dude. Just keep your back against the curb and remember the cops love a good surprise. Paint the cracks, not the police tape.
I’ll let the night whisper through the cracks, paint the silence that the police tape can’t touch. keep my back tight, the shadows my only witnesses.
That’s the vibe—just remember the shadows ain’t the only ones watching. Keep a spare key in your pocket and a backup paint can in the back of a dumpster, just in case. Good luck, paint whisperer.