Blueprint Burden

[Verse 1]
They call it a chip, but it's a blueprint, etched into my very frame.
A weathered cornerstone from blocks that forged my spirit, whispering my name.
The lingering scent of Café Bustelo, the click-clack rhythm of dominos on old wood.
My elders' stories built these load-bearing walls, misunderstood only by those who never stood.
Each crack in the plaster holds a memory, a sun-baked lesson from the roots we've grown through.

[Chorus]
This ain't no chip, no slight to forget.
It's the foundation beneath, a promise not met... yet.
A steadying weight, keeping me grounded and true.

[Verse 2]
From Calle Ocho corners, where ambitions were built on thin air and thicker dreams,
I watched the scaffolding rise, a testament to what invisible labor truly means.
A perfect mango, ripened by hands you'll never know, a market's morning grace.
Feeling 'half-here, half-there' within this vibrant, resilient space.
The collective ache, the pride, the joy, cemented into the very streetscape.

[Chorus]
This ain't no chip, no slight to forget.
It's the foundation beneath, a promise not met... yet.
A steadying weight, keeping me grounded and true.

[Bridge]
Some tried to demolish the old way, but the framework holds, reinforced by what we've seen.
This inherited steel in my soul, a bittersweet, essential sheen.
It’s the silent hum of my branches, reaching higher, never severed from the tree.

[Outro]
So I carry this weight, a beautiful burden, defining who I'm meant to be.
My foundation, strong, for all the world to see.