Selvedge Edge

[Verse 1]
The city sleepin', but my mind still weave a truth,
A silent promise spun from lessons of my youth.
The interstice where struggle met a defiant stride,
That bitter taste, bredda, still ridin' deep inside.
No, I won't brush it off, this weight upon my soul,
It’s the anchor that keeps my future from losing control.

[Chorus]
This selvedge edge, a fabric strong and deep,
The uncut thread of promises I keep.
It’s the rhythm in my footsteps, a silent, steady beat,
The bittersweet reminder, never accept defeat.

[Verse 2]
From Kingston's hum, where echoes of old lamentations rise,
I learned to read the truth held captive in their eyes.
Every fass word, every doubt they tried to sow,
Became a single strand, teachin' this spirit to grow.
That quiet power, the observation I embrace,
It stitched my worth back into time, secured my place.

[Chorus]
This selvedge edge, a fabric strong and deep,
The uncut thread of promises I keep.
It’s the rhythm in my footsteps, a silent, steady beat,
The bittersweet reminder, never accept defeat.

[Bridge]
The warp and weft of every hard-earned gain,
This unyielding core, forged in sun and rain.
It’s not anger, bredda, just a wisdom I don't shed,
A tapestry of lessons, woven in my head.

[Outro]
Yeah, the selvedge edge, it guides me still.
At 2 AM, it whispers, 'Climb the hill.'