Woven Scar

[Verse 1]
They called it baggage, a weighted piece, I never let it slide,
That old dust on my shoulder? It's the reason I survive.
This city’s hum, a low thrum, beneath the concrete weave,
Every broken promise, every doubt, a pattern I conceive.
My hands remember digging, planting seeds in rough-hewn earth,
The bitter taste of red clay, proving my silent worth.

[Chorus]
This chip, this stone, this deep-set knot, a pattern I can't erase,
It’s the rough thread compass guiding me through this winding space.
Yeah, the woven scar, I wear it proud, a shadow on my sleeve,
It's the gospel truth these streets spun for me, the lesson I receive.

[Verse 2]
Fingers trace the fabric, where the light don't always fully hit,
Ancestral whispers in the polyrhythm, a drumbeat in my spirit.
They tried to smooth the edges, said to shed the heavy cloak,
But this Ghanaian grit in my blood, it’s a language that I spoke.
From Mechanicsville to Bankhead, where the hustle don't just cease,
That quiet rage, a steady fire, found my hardest-won peace.

[Bridge]
They see the gold, the shine, the intricate design they can't define,
But they forget the struggle, the worn thread that held the line.
This weight ain't a burden, it's the anchor in the storm,
Kept me steady, kept me real, kept my future warm.

[Outro]
Yeah, this hands-on grit, this spirit deep, my pattern stays intact.
The chip remains, a sacred truth, ain't no turning back.