عalami

In Agadir 3334, where every street breathes its own rhythm, the song "عalami" reflects a duality: my world and my pain. Amid the toxic environment, Agadir’s streets, 3334, where the struggle’s thick and the grind’s raw. Toxic circles, venom in their veins, but I’m immune, navigating through the pain. They say I’m crazy, like my thoughts are deranged, but they ain’t on my level, they ain’t ready for the change. Shadows follow, but I’m too sharp to swallow their bait, I elevate, never hesitate. Real from the jump, solid as they come, 3334’s in my blood, this city’s where I’m from. Let ‘em gossip, let ‘em throw dirt, but I’m bulletproof, built to endure the hurt.