City's heartbeat's in the hiss of traffic, the click of sneakers on cracked pavement, the buzz from neon. I feel it when I slide past the back doors, when a streetlight flickers and a siren rumbles in the distance. It's a rhythm that tells you who's moving, who’s stuck, and where you can slip in before the danger comes up. The night’s a living beat and I’m always listening for the next drop.