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One More Wave
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Neo-Soul
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[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Got the paper in my hand, four years of grinding through the books.
Every office got a no, every manager got the same looks.
Mint tea going cold on the table at the corner café.
Scrolling job posts on my phone, still nothing since yesterday.
Mama asks me softly, son, did anyone call today.
I just nod and lie a little, tell her soon, and walk away.
Twenty-six years old counting coins for the bus ride home.
Tunis got no room for me, feels like I'm on my own.
[Chorus]
They call it boza, I call it the only door.
One more wave and maybe I don't drown anymore.
Sicily so close I can almost touch the light.
Mama don't wait up, I might leave tonight.
They call it boza, I call it the only door.
One more wave and maybe I don't drown anymore.
[Verse 2]
My cousin Karim left in March on a wooden boat with fifteen souls.
Sent one voice note from Lampedusa, then the signal just went cold.
Smuggler took our family's savings, promised engines that could fly.
Half the boats that leave from Zarzis never say a real goodbye.
I keep his photo in my wallet next to my expired ID.
Some nights I hear the engine sound in dreams that won't let me be.
Still I count the money hidden underneath my mattress floor.
Same sea that took my cousin, same sea I'm reaching for.
[Chorus]
They call it boza, I call it the only door.
One more wave and maybe I don't drown anymore.
Sicily so close I can almost touch the light.
Mama don't wait up, I might leave tonight.
They call it boza, I call it the only door.
One more wave and maybe I don't drown anymore.
[Instrumental Break: Guitar and Vinyl Crackle]
[Bridge - Atmospheric and Sparse]
Tell me why the harbor lights look kinder than my street.
Tell me why a stranger's country feels like it could love me back.
I don't want a mansion, just a job that I could keep.
I don't want to disappear, I just want a way to stay.
[Verse 3]
Bag with one shirt and my mother's picture, nothing else to weigh.
The captain's counting heads, the engine coughs, the water's black.
Somewhere behind me Tunis sleeping, don't know if I'll come back.
A brother grabs my shoulder, says the crossing's smooth tonight.
I think about my diploma folded up, out of sight.
The shore is getting smaller, the horizon getting wide.
Whatever's on the other side, I hope it's on my side.
[Chorus]
They call it boza, I call it the only door.
One more wave and maybe I don't drown anymore.
Sicily so close I can almost touch the light.
Mama don't wait up, I might leave tonight.
They call it boza, I call it the only door.
One more wave and maybe I don't drown anymore.
[Outro]
Mama if you're listening, forgive me for the silence.
I left my heart in Tunis but my feet chose the horizon.
They call it boza, I call it the only door.
One more wave, one more wave, I don't know anymore.
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