Digital Skein

The screen glowed blue at 2 AM, a phantom's call,
Three years of silence broken, now watching me stand tall.
A billboard tapestry, spun from concrete heat and hustle,
You saw the shine, likkle bredda, felt that old world rustle.
A single thread of memory, pulled from the forgotten reel,
"Yo, Rhyza! Seen you up deh! How you really feel?"

[Chorus]
This digital skein, a message in the dark,
Weaving through the years, leaving its bitter mark.
The loom spins new truths, but some threads remain undone,
A ghost from the block, beneath the rising sun.

[Verse 2]
Remember the corners we’d hold, the stories we would twine?
Now my name up in lights, a different kind of shine.
The warp and weft of our youth, now stretched across a city,
Is it pride or lamentation in your text, a silent pity?
This new fabric I’m cut from, it ain't the same material,
That Kingston ground still roots me, but the path grew aerial.

[Bridge]
They see the success, the pattern on display,
But miss the hand that spun it, through night and day.
Each stitch a sacrifice, each color a hard-won fight,
The interstice of past and present, bathed in melancholic light.

[Outro]
The thread extends, bredda, but the loom has moved on.
Still here, but the morning you knew, it's long gone.