She crossed three borders with four languages in her head He asked his grandmother why fractions mattered, what she said: "Math builds the world, mijo, but first you gotta know Why it matters to the people, where the meaning's gonna go" They met in Nashville, building systems schools had failed She knew survival, he knew purpose, both had tales Of running from the violence, from the systems meant to crush So they built a lab in bedrock where the noise couldn't touch She said "My mind's the only country that won't deport me now" He said "Let's teach that to the children, show them all exactly how" In a nuclear facility where atoms split before They're teaching consciousness and coding, refuge at the core Not running anymore, just resting in the space they made Twenty-three languages spoken in the underground arcade Where immigrant kids build robots for their parents' wounded hands And practice being safe enough to finally understand The world above is hostile, always has been, always will But down below in bedrock there's a quiet, there's a skill Not hiding from the chaos, just protecting what's inside Building home in learning, building refuge in the why (Instrumental fade: steady, mechanical, resolute)
