Threshold Rules

[Verse 1]
Amma's laugh from the kitchen arch on Holly Grove
Scrapes louder than the broom across the old lino.
She's leaning on the frame, the night air's coming in,
"You're not still on that foolishness? Silas, where d'you begin?"

[Chorus]
You don't sweep your luck out with the dust after nine.
It ain't my superstition, it's an old desire line.
Not my voice, but Grandma Akua's echo in the hush,
a quiet architecture built on what you must not touch.

[Verse 2]
This broom's seen more winters than that new build on the Rye.
Cecil's leaves are curling from the chill of the sash high.
She'd say "*yɛ mpae*," then check the bolts, her shadow on the wall.
This whole block's a new façade, but the floorboards recall.

[Chorus]
You don't sweep your luck out with the dust after nine.
It ain't my superstition, it's an old desire line.
Not my voice, but Grandma Akua's echo in the hush,
a quiet architecture built on what you must not touch.

[Bridge]
(Instrumental breakdown for 20 seconds)

[Outro]
"Alright, bruv. Leave the dustpan for the morning, then."
She closes the window and the conversation ends.