Threaded Ledger

[Verse 1]
Rain streaked the pane, blurring old math on the wood grain,
Now my hands map the patterns, erasing every old strain.
Same scarred oak table, where textbooks once laid heavy,
Now these numbered threads interlock, a future I'm ready.

[Chorus]
Same worn grain, new figures to trace,
A coded currency, finding its place.
From hard sums to soft stacks, a new pattern I embrace,
Same table, different math, at my own steady pace.

[Verse 2]
Each bill a fiber, carefully stacked on the worn wood,
Thinking 'bout the sacrifices, misunderstood.
They whispered 'schoolbooks,' I saw a new thread to pull,
Weaving my own destiny, making this life full.
Fingers sift through the paper, a quiet, rhythmic hum,
Remembering lean years, where hard lessons had come.

[Bridge]
Rain streaks the glass, a blurred mural of the block,
Every fiber I secure, built from ancestral rock.
This isn't just paper, it's a testament to the grind,
A silent promise whispered, leaving no one behind.

[Outro]
Yeah, the math done changed, but the spirit remains,
These hands still weave, through joy and through pains.