Khuluma Weave

[Verse 1]
Log drums hit, a shiver down my spine,
This taxi ride, a liminal space, divine.
The steering wheel a compass, through the dusk we chase,
Each street a vivid thread, finding its own space.

[Chorus]
Khuluma pulse, electric in my core,
Feel the taxi's sway, drop your shoulders low.
Oh, this groove, it wraps around my heart,
Pulling every thread, right from the very start.

[Verse 2]
Charcoal smoke still lingering, from shisa nyama's flame,
Old friends' laughter echoes, whispering your name.
A blur of painted houses, vibrant and so bold,
More than just a journey, stories to unfold.

[Chorus]
Khuluma pulse, electric in my core,
Feel the taxi's sway, drop your shoulders low.
Oh, this groove, it wraps around my heart,
Pulling every thread, right from the very start.

[Bridge]
Ancestral whispers, in the bass so low,
A collective rhythm, where our spirits grow.
No knot can bind this feeling, soaring free and wide,
Just pure, unadulterated joy, nothing left to hide.

[Outro]
Still weaving, breathing, this beat won't fade away.
Carrying the rhythm, into a brand new day.