Queen's Road Theory

[Verse 1]
G-Wagon fogging up on Queen's Road, rain blurring out the signs.
Watching old ghosts walk the same paving stones that used to be mine.
They see the new build glow, the architect's design,
But they don't know the stress test, every fractured hairline.

[Chorus]
See the high-rise living, ah-ah.
Forget the first brick digging, omo.
They tell me say I changed up,
(Nah) just the blueprint rearranged up.

[Verse 2]
Old friends moving sideways, new foundation feels strange.
Still smell the jerk smoke drifting over from the lane.
They saw the scaffolding, thought it was just a phase.
Now the garden's growing through the cracks in their pavement's gaze.

[Chorus]
See the high-rise living, ah-ah.
Forget the first brick digging, omo.
They tell me say I changed up,
(Nah) just the blueprint rearranged up.

[Bridge]
This penthouse view is heavy, glass and steel feel cold.
Can't hear the market shouting, stories getting sold.
Sometimes I miss the grime, the beauty in the mould.

[Outro]
Foundation solid now.
Bloom season.