Midnight Loom

[Verse 1]
The scent of pimento still clings to your hair,
But you’re courtside, right there, like you ain't got no care.
I caught the interstice of tired eye and proud grin,
A delicate warp of worry, where your hard work would begin.
From diesel fumes to court-side drum, your presence a sweet hum.

[Chorus]
Midnight loom, soft hum, the truth she spun.
This victory, ma, before the day was done.
Yeah, your spirit, a thread, beneath the rising sun.
For every single game, you always outrun.

[Verse 2]
I saw the silent cadence of your feet on the street,
Two jobs, no complaint, just makin' ends meet.
Unraveling systemic lies, with every single stitch,
Reclaiming self-worth from a world that tried to glitch.
The warp and weft of daily grind, for a likkle one to thrive.

[Chorus]
Midnight loom, soft hum, the truth she spun.
This victory, ma, before the day was done.
Yeah, your spirit, a thread, beneath the rising sun.
For every single game, you always outrun.

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wonder 'bout the dreams she had to fold,
A tapestry unfinished, stories left untold.
That quiet power of observation, how she walked through the cold,
Her legacy of resilience, more precious than gold.

[Outro]
Still, the loom hums low, in the quiet of the night.
Her victory, her light.