Linen & Ledger

[Verse 1]
This same worn table, where dread filled every sum,
Now counts a different rhythm, see how far we've come.
Scent of pimento still clings to the wood grain,
A quiet vigil, weaving solace from the pain.
No longer 'bout the syllabus, just stacking paper high,
Reflecting stories of the struggle, beneath a Kingston sky.

[Chorus]
Same kitchen table, different currency I stack,
The warp and weft of progress, ain't no turning back.
Under the low light, the numbers softly gleam,
A bittersweet inheritance, born from a hard-won dream.

[Verse 2]
Mama's shadow used to stretch, guiding every line,
Now my own ambition's heavy, a truth I intertwine.
Hear the low lament of siren, far beyond the pane,
This quiet triumph spun, through joy and through the rain.
No algebra's equation, could ever forecast this,
The weight of every dollar, a bittersweet kiss.

[Bridge]
For the ones who held the threads, when the fabric was torn,
This tapestry of resilience, from Kingston morn 'til morn.
A silent promise spun, on a loom of concrete hum,
For every soul still searching, for a day their harvest come.

[Outro]
Just the hum of the fridge, and the rustle of the stack,
A new kind of lesson, ain't no turning back.