[Intro] Bass line breathing like the city got a heartbeat, Trumpet talking sideways where the cold and the heat meet. Every crack in the pavement wrote a scripture in disguise, I stopped chasing the skyline… the skyline was inside. [Verse 1] Wisdom ain’t a bookshelf, it’s a scar with a passport, Miles on the spirit while the body at the bus stop. Chess on the conscience, every pawn got a halo, Even every dead end learned to tango with the rainbow. Soul wear a tuxedo underneath a work jacket, Universe whisper, only silence know the language. Clock got hands but eternity don’t shake ’em, Time only exists ’cause your fear keeps making it. I fold metaphors like saxophones bend sorrow, Borrowed every yesterday to purchase me tomorrow. Ink drip galaxies all over loose leaf pages, Every rhyme baptize another cage into a spaceship. My thoughts play poker with infinity’s intentions, Jokers become prophets when perception starts ascending. The mirror ain’t reflecting— it’s remembering your light. Every wrinkle in existence… just eternity folded twice. [Hook] Wisdom… Smooth as the horn when the midnight breathe. Wisdom… Roots run deeper than the eyes can see. I don’t climb mountains… I become the peak. When the spirit starts swinging… every heartbeat speak. Wisdom… No chain heavy when the soul stay free. Every note planting another living tree. Jazz in my lungs… Peace in my speech. If Heaven got a language… it’s the rhythm underneath. [Verse 2] I pirouette with paradox dressed in pinstripes, Moonwalk through the darkness just to moonlight. Every setback secretly rehearsing resurrection, Failure just a teacher wearing poverty for lessons. Compass made of kindness never point to any nation, Every destination start inside imagination. Gravity can’t hold what forgiveness keep lifting, I watched hate evaporate… love kept drifting. Coffee with the cosmos in a Harlem conversation, Nebulas snapping fingers at the train station. Every stranger carry an unpublished revelation, Every handshake hide another hidden constellation. Truth don’t yell— it improvise like Coltrane. Grace don’t argue— it just wash away the bloodstains. Knowledge fill your pockets… Wisdom free your prison. One can count the raindrops… one can become the river. [Bridge] Listen… The trumpet never forces the sunrise. It simply becomes the reason dawn remembers. The river never competes with the ocean. It already knows… they’re the same water wearing different names. [Final Verse] I’m writing in cursive across the ribs of existence, Signing every heartbeat with impossible persistence. The alphabet of angels got twenty-six disguises, Every letter grow wings when humility rises. I break bread with echoes till the silence start laughing, Found the missing chapter folded underneath my shadow. Gold ain’t what you hold— it’s what survives subtraction. The richest soul alive can still fit inside compassion. Wisdom isn’t earned… it’s uncovered. Like jazz inside the silence. Like stars inside the daylight. Like God inside the breath between one thought… and the next. [Outro] Bass fade… Brushes on the snare… Trumpet smiling through the smoke. The city never slept… It finally woke… inside me.
