The Right Angle

[Verse 1]
Peep the verdigris on the old brass lock,
That wasn't no burden, just built bedrock.
My grandma's hands, they framed the first joist,
Whispered patience, her Afro-Caribbean voice.
Said, "Son, some splinters, you just gotta keep,
They're lessons etched in the timber deep."

[Chorus]
This chip on my shoulder, nah, it ain't a defect,
It's the right angle, the blueprint's effect.
Nah, it ain't a defect, it's the right angle,
A cornerstone truth, keeping me stable.

[Verse 2]
They say "brush it off, ease the load off your back,"
But this ain't no sliver, it's a structural track.
A vestige of labour, a father's sweat-stain,
From Scarborough nights, through the joy and the pain.
It's the mortise and tenon, precisely set right,
Guiding my gimbal through shadow and light.

[Bridge]
Every architect draws a line, then builds around the truth,
This chip is my witness, from childhood to youth.
Not a flaw, but a feature, a wisdom I embrace,
A custom-fit joint in this intricate space.

[Outro]
Yeah, that right angle, it ain't going nowhere,
It's the unseen labor, keeping the structure fair.