The sound of a guitar being strummed rang into the street, almost drowning out the hiss of cars passing by and the patter of footsteps across the concrete.

"Tumbleweeds and rattlesnakes" A voice was the next thing you heard, one that you couldn't help but be drawn to.

"Fighting off side-winders" Attached to that voice was a young man dressed in a relatively simple attire, dark skinned with locs tied off into a low pony, while it also appeared that he was responsible for the guitar strums