Lyrics

Hook (Soul Vocal)
The wheel keeps turning
Round and around again
Different faces
Same lessons
Wearing different garments
The wheel keeps turning
Teaching what we refuse to learn
Life got a patient way
Of bringing old questions back around
Verse 1 (Soul-Rap)
Grandmama used to say,
"Patterns got longer memories than people."
I didn't understand it then.
Now I see it everywhere.
Families passing down silence
Like heirloom furniture
Heartbreak changing addresses
Without changing behavior
Folks swearing they different
While repeating familiar choreography
Calling it destiny
When it's really unresolved history
That's why I study cycles.
Not clocks.
Clocks measure moments.
Cycles measure understanding.
Big difference.
One tells time.
The other tells truth.
Hook (Soul Vocal)
The wheel keeps turning
Round and around again
Different faces
Same lessons
Wearing different garments
The wheel keeps turning
Teaching what we refuse to learn
Life got a patient way
Of bringing old questions back around
Verse 2 (Soul-Rap)
I watched a woman leave one difficult love
Only to date its cousin.
Different name.
Different occupation.
Same emotional architecture.
That's when I realized
Healing ain't changing scenery.
It's changing perspective.
Because your unresolved chapters
Travel light.
They fit inside carry-ons.
Follow you through every city
Until you finally read them carefully.
Life ain't punishing nobody.
Life teaching.
The problem is
Most people skip class
And wonder why the test look familiar.
Bridge (Soul Vocal)
The answer ain't hiding
The answer been waiting
Patiently
For recognition
Verse 3 (Soul-Rap)
Every consequence got ancestry.
Every breakthrough got roots.
Every decision planting something
Whether we acknowledge it or not.
That's why I'm more intentional now.
More aware of what I'm watering.
More careful about what I normalize.
Because tomorrow grows
From today's habits.
And futures don't appear magically.
They arrive assembled
From repeated choices.
That's the mystery.
And the miracle.
Final Hook (Soul Vocal)
The wheel keeps turning
Round and around again
Different faces
Same lessons
Wearing different garments
The wheel keeps turning
Until wisdom enters the room
And what once felt like a circle
Finally becomes a path
Outro
Some people call it fate.
Some call it karma.
Some call it consequence.
Me?
I call it the wheel.
And it keeps turning
Until understanding catches up.