Coconut Compass

[Verse 1]
They say my words got a current, a soft, slow sway,
Like a warm tide pullin' them out to the bay.
Mama's spice still simmerin' deep in my soul,
A conch shell echo, makin' my spirit whole.

[Chorus]
Got my island in my pocket, my accent in my stride,
A saltwater secret, nowhere to hide.
My coconut compass, it points to the breeze,
Whisperin' stories through the banyan trees.

[Verse 2]
See the world turnin', from concrete to sand,
Folks holdin' close what they brought in their hand.
A crescent moon smile, in a stranger's quick glance,
A silent full current, given a second chance.

[Bridge]
My grandma's old rhythm, a slow, steady tide,
Always keeps my true north deep down inside.
No shifting deep current can pull it astray,
My island's my anchor, come what may.

[Outro]
Coconut compass, still hummin' low,
Every wave whispers, 'It's where you're s'posed to go.'