The beat dropped. Groovy Q’s voice slithered over a hypnotic synth. It was raw, unfinished, violent. Better than any leak. Then track 16 came on—a slow, melancholic banger about losing a cousin to the county jail. Marcus closed his eyes. This wasn’t just music. It was a time capsule. It was 2014, the year his older brother got locked up, the year his dad left, the year he discovered that rapping along to “Collard Greens” made the emptiness smaller.
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