Spool of Years

[Verse 1]
Fourteen, bredda, already schemin' on a ting,
While other likkle girls still learnin' how to swing.
The scent of salt on the breeze, the market's hustle sound,
My personal ambition, on solid Kingston ground.
A single thread, pulled tight, from the family's ancient loom,
Carrying burdens, chasing shadows in the room.

[Chorus]
Oh, spinnin' these years, see the fabric grow,
Likkle more thread, where di wild wind blow.
Nah watch no clock, just keep the rhythm strong,
Knowin' where I come from, where I belong.

[Verse 2]
Twenty-two, now I'm the one, runnin' through the street,
Orchestratin' movements, makin' all ends meet.
The warp and weft of commerce, an intricate design,
Each interstice a lesson, told in street-smart line.
From early morning hustle, 'til the moon a silver gleam,
Building a collective tapestry, livin' out the dream.

[Chorus]
Oh, spinnin' these years, see the fabric grow,
Likkle more thread, where di wild wind blow.
Nah watch no clock, just keep the rhythm strong,
Knowin' where I come from, where I belong.

[Bridge]
Twenty-five, an' the eyes got a likkle weary gleam,
But the loom keeps clickin', part of the grand scheme.
This resilience, a legacy, woven in my soul,
From Kingston's cadence, makin' me whole.

[Outro]
So the spool keeps turnin', nah slow down for none.
The work ain't finished, nah, not 'til it's done.