Blueprint Wit

[Verse 1]
They chart the pathways, think they know the grid,
But the real blueprints, are carefully hid.
Watch them stack their towers, on a crumbling base,
My rebar whispers secrets, at their hurried pace.
Man ah watch dem build dem empire, from a concrete chair,
Me just observe the wind, and the castles in the air.

[Chorus]
My grin's a riddle, a playful concrete smirk,
They guess my next move, then I get to work.
Heavy as this pavement, light as a jest,
Putting all these pretenders, to the ultimate test.

[Verse 2]
Heard 'em gossiping low, by the forgotten alley wall,
Saying 'bout the cracks, predicting my downfall.
But the rust on the railing, got a story to tell,
'Bout resilience etched deep, casting a powerful spell.
This ain't just structure, it's a living, breathing art,
Every chipped facade, a beat from my strong heart.

[Bridge]
From Kingston sun-bake, to Brixton's grey skies,
I carry the weight, behind discerning eyes.
A matriarch's wisdom, in every clever line,
Watching new scaffolding, as their old walls decline.

[Outro]
Built from stone and wit, my reign remains,
Heavy as concrete, through all the city's rains.