Crimson Thread

[Verse 1]
Sun-drenched asphalt, dust still thick in the air,
Mama stood tall, a queen with purpose, beyond compare.
Factory scent on her faded blue, still she’d make the drive,
Weavin' strength from weary bones, just to see her likkle pickney thrive.
She didn't miss a single match, every play, every cheer,
Spinnin' truths on the loom of time, dispellin' every fear.

[Chorus]
Oh, this victory, it's hers, every stitch, every seam,
From the double shifts she worked, to fulfill my wildest dream.
Crimson thread she spun, a tapestry so strong,
Mama, this success is yours, it's where we both belong.

[Verse 2]
Remember the interstice, between sleep and the dawn?
She'd be up before the birds, before the light was drawn.
Hands calloused, a testament to battles fought unseen,
Fighting daily wicked systems, making concrete streets keen.
For a future she built an empire, with grit and fire,
Her quiet power, a blazing, unyielding desire.

[Bridge]
They talk about my cadence, the wisdom in my tone,
But it's the warp and weft of her labor, sown deep into my bone.
Every triumph, a pattern she etched, with sacrifice and grace,
Reclaiming worth from hardship, claimin' every sacred space.

[Outro]
Yeah, her success, it's woven deep.
A legacy she keeps.