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Intro. The world follows its cold and predictable routine - crowded wisdom, bright screens, soulless orders. But in the colorful spray alleys, the abandoned wagons and the pirate waves of the net, something pulsates underground. mutants. Urban children, rebellious bodies scratched by makeshift cybernetics and out of control genes. They grew between hot asphalt and hip hop beats, expressing their revolt on living graffiti and verses that burn like a neon in darkness. Society calls them aberration. They call themselves living art. Are you one of them? Take your mask, say your rhymes and run the streets before the system erases you.

Urban Kids

@cyno