Vein of Wit

[Verse 1]
They map my layers, think they see the whole design,
Guessing at the veins, but miss the glint that’s mine.
This slow grind of ages, ain't no simple case,
Just a little luminescence, right there in your face.

[Chorus]
They call it erosion, I call it refined.
This unyielding core, a treasure you won't find.
From the red earth whispers, a crystalline jest,
Just stone and dust, putting theories to the test.

[Verse 2]
Heard the grandmothers' whispers, ancient petrichor sweet,
Said my silence holds more stories than a mountain could defeat.
They want a diamond cut, a polished, easy gleam,
But this rough Andean crystal? Honey, it's a dream.

[Chorus]
They call it erosion, I call it refined.
This unyielding core, a treasure you won't find.
From the red earth whispers, a crystalline jest,
Just stone and dust, putting theories to the test.

[Bridge]
Underneath the mist, where the red earth sleeps,
A quiet seismic tremor, every secret keeps.
From the strata's shadows, watch my spirit bloom,
A geological chuckle, brightening every room.

[Outro]
Just stone and dust, a knowing, quiet grace,
Bet you can't erase this smile from my face.