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Code in the Floorboard

Code in the Floorboard is a tense, coded opener that turns whispers, policy, memory, and geography into a warning signal. Moving from Lusaka to Manchester to St. Louis, the track exposes how power hides itself in language, paperwork, borders, and polite systems—setting one of the album’s deepest themes in motion: if you do not read the fine print, it reads you back.

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Code in the Floorboards:Shhh…Hear that?Click-clack, code in the floorboards,Hush-hiss, ink in the air.I see it in the tide and the tall doors,Soft like a prayer… sharp like a snare.Click-clack, code in the floorboards,Hush-hiss, close your eyes—If you don’t read the fine print, it reads you back,Right under the lights.I cracked a cold rune—bone-true—in the scholar’s tongue,Hidden in hymns that the high halls hum.From mine-dust mornings to Thames-side sun,A script in the silt where the truth plays dumb.Boardroom knights with the cufflink gleam,Tap-tap talk in a banker’s den.They pour “progress” neat like a quiet dream,Then draw new borders with an old ink pen.Reed smoke… deep throat… slow float…Click-clack—code in the floor, won’t let go.Reed smoke… sleep-walk… no jokes…Hush-hiss—truth in my teeth, won’t let go.
VERSE 2Tick-tock pens in the margin lines,Thump-thump truth under velvet speech.Maps get folded like pocket crimes,Stamped so clean but it still can reach.Not a ghost story—just doors that swing,Click of access, clack of “approved.”A policy poem that don’t say a thing,But moves your tomorrow by what gets moved.Click-clack, code in the floorboards…Click-clack, code in the floorboardsLusaka heat like a held-back shout,Manchester rain on a tin roof drum.St. Louis neon with a redline pout,Different streets—same pull where you from.I read that pattern in a handshake pause,In “just sign here” with a sugar grin.Every promise got hidden clauses,Every “help” got a shadow in.Reed smoke… deep throat… slow float…Click-clack—code in the floor, won’t let go.Reed smoke… sleep-walk… no jokes…Hush-hiss—truth in my teeth, won’t let go.Ports go chug-chug in the midnight air,Towers blink bzzzt like they breathing prayer.If the loop go whirr and you still feel free,Check the mirror—who teaching your feet?Click-clack, code in the floorboards,Hush-hiss, ink in the air.I see it in the tide and the tall doors,Soft like a prayer… sharp like a snare.Click-clack, code in the floorboards,Hush-hiss, close your eyes—But I wrote a new line in the reed smoke now,Watch me rewrite the signs.click- clack, bang bang, boom boomknock, knock, is anybody there?click- clack, bang bang, boom boomknock, knock, is anybody there?click- clack, bang bang, boom boomNo crown. No throne.Just signal… and system.Reed smoke…Let go.

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