Northtown Survival

They say the desert is quiet, but Northtown got a heartbeat that never stops beating

out here. Cracked pavement and neon lights... just another night surviving the long

shadows of the Vegas strip. Chrome spinning under broken signs while the homies watch

the corners with heavy, tired eyes tonight. We used to run these back

alleys for snacks, now we run them just to keep living. In the end,

the mountains watch us all turn back into the same desert dust we came from.