Empty Warp

[Verse 1]
The warp was empty, a blank space on the frame,
But my hands found the rhythm, carving out my own name.
Mama’s fufu pot bubbled, a comfort in the quiet,
Felt the weight of that silence, knew I had to defy it.

[Chorus]
That silent stitch, yeah, it became my drive,
The missing thread, made sure I stayed alive.
A pattern laid, no space for doubt to thrive,
The empty warp, made sure my spirit could revive.

[Verse 2]
Concrete hums its wisdom, where the city lights bloom,
Heard the old tales echo, in the confines of my room.
Akwasi said, "The loom needs a hand to guide the thread,"
So I built my own blueprint, on paths where angels dread.
From Atlanta's red clay, to the cloth I now spread,
Every single stitch is a word left unsaid.

[Chorus]
That silent stitch, yeah, it became my drive,
The missing thread, made sure I stayed alive.
A pattern laid, no space for doubt to thrive,
The empty warp, made sure my spirit could revive.

[Bridge]
They saw a void, where I saw strength grow deep,
A tapestry woven, while the whole damn city sleeps.
My lineage speaks, through the patterns I now keep,
Every hard knot tied, every promise I would reap.

[Outro]
Yeah, the engine roars, from what wasn't there at all.
My hands built this empire, standing ten feet tall.