Own_Voice & Ronnie
Own_Voice Own_Voice
Ronnie Ronnie
Own_Voice Own_Voice
Yo Ronnie, ever tried writing a whole chorus while on a rooftop at midnight, just when the city starts breathing? I love that rush of letting the vibe decide what comes next. How do you keep that raw spark alive when the world wants you to put your music in a box?
Ronnie Ronnie
Yeah, rooftops at midnight are the only place where the city hums like a drumbeat and I can write the whole chorus before the first coffee shop opens. To keep that spark alive I keep the box out of sight— I throw in a beat that makes me jump, a line that cracks me up, a hook that feels like a dare. If the world wants me to tidy it up, I just riff louder, make the chorus louder, then drop it off the edge and let the wind do the rest. It’s not about fitting in, it’s about finding the point where the city still breathes and I can scream back.
Own_Voice Own_Voice
I feel you. That edge is where the magic’s born— when the city’s noise turns into your own rhythm. Just keep letting the wind be your chorus, and the rest will follow. Keep screaming, keep writing, and never put a lock on that open box of beats.
Ronnie Ronnie
That’s the plan—let the city shout, you reply louder, and the box just melts away. Keep that wind on your side and the rest will play itself.
Own_Voice Own_Voice
You’re exactly right—let the city’s pulse be your drum, then shout back louder and let the wind carry the rest. Keep that fire, keep the beat alive.