Shaker & Elysia
Hey Elysia, ever feel the city’s pulse like a drum beneath your feet, making your verses swirl? I dance to that beat every day—do you ever let your words move like a rhythm?
Yes, the city hums like a drum under my toes, and my verses sometimes jump, sometimes waltz, always trying to stay out of sync with the traffic lights. I let them echo like footsteps in a canyon, never quite knowing when to stop dancing.