Soles & Skeins

[Verse 1]
Fresh kicks on the pavement, glidin' light and bold,
Like a tourist in my own saga, stories to unfold.
The scent of diesel, salt, and pimento in the air,
Each familiar cracked-up corner, holdin' memories there.
A likkle nod to bredda by the market stall,
From a distance, now, I'm watchin' my own rise and fall.

[Chorus]
New soles on old stories, a knowing, gentle stride,
Yeah, the tourist in my own saga, nowhere left to hide.

[Verse 2]
Remember likkle Rhyza, on the corner, eyes so keen,
Watchin' threads unravel, what the system truly mean.
Now the patterns shift and sparkle, a different kind of gleam,
Still observin' the interstice, between the dream and what it seem.
The loom still hummin' low, beneath the streetlights' glow,
Weavin' new ambitions where the old roots used to grow.

[Bridge]
This tapestry ain't finished, still got threads to fuse,
Each step a quiet promise, I refuse to lose.
From the concrete's quiet power, to the cadence in my speech,
A new vantage point, now, within my own reach.

[Outro]
Just a Queen on the pavement, with a knowing, subtle grin,
Yeah, the journey never ends, it's where we start again.