Yeah, I’ve seen those tunnels glow like a secret nightclub. If I could hit the mic, I’d start with a story of a kid who dropped his mixtape in the wrong tunnel and ends up hearing voices in the graffiti. Then I’d weave a ballad about a love affair that grew between two graffiti tags that were only together at night. Every song would feel like a ticket into a hidden world, and the walls would echo back the applause, turning the forgotten space into a stage where the audience becomes part of the art.