Winning Stitch

The faint scent of hospital soap still clung to your scrub top,
But you were courtside, every single time, ready to make my heart hop.
Another double done, bredda, straight from the floor, no time fi' rest,
You spun the warp and weft of my ambition, put my spirit to the test.

[Chorus]
This spotlight ain't just mine, nah, it's the pattern you meticulously laid down,
My success? Mama, that's your triumph, the truest treasure found.
Every winnin' stitch, every strong thread, from your hands to this sound.

[Verse 2]
From sun-up's first glow 'til the city lights blurred to a haze,
You were mendin' the fabric of our future through those demanding days.
I watched you unravel fatigue, then re-weave your resolve,
A quiet power, Mama, watchin' every obstacle dissolve.

[Bridge]
The collective tapestry of Queens like you, strong and unyielding,
A silent lamentation against systemic hands, quietly revealing
That true legacy ain't measured by gold, but by the threads you're shielding.

[Outro]
Yeah, this ain't just my name that’s ripplin', Mama, this is all yours,
Every melody, a strong thread from your love, openin' up new doors.