Concrete Dreams

In the dark, I dey

count the streetlights Mind heavy,

but I

still move quiet

I start from one room,

fan no dey work

Mummy dey pray, but the rent still hurt I tell my bros

make we chill, make we plan But some man dey laugh when

the money no land Now I dey road,

night breeze for my face Accra dey move,

everybody get chase I no be saint,

I just dey try be straight If I no pick calls,

e be stress wey dey take (ooh)

Pressure on my neck like chain wey too tight

I dey smile small,

but my mind no dey light

Tell me who be real when the bank start show

I dey want peace,

but the hustle say no

I dey pray make my heart no hard

Money come fast, but e fit tear you apart

If you love me,

love me for the scars

I still dey find my peace for the dark (yeah) (mm)

My girl say I dey change,

I say I dey learn ‘Cause when the bills dey come,

romance dey burn Some friends only call when dem need small chop

When I talk my own,

dem dey say make I stop I see my pop getting old,

e dey pain me So I work extra night,

still I miss family I buy small chain,

just to feel okay But inside my chest,

e still be yesterday (hmmm)

Make I talk true,

I dey tire

But I no fit sit down,

the dream still dey fire

If tomorrow no sure,

I go hold my own

Small small,

I dey heal

for the road (ahhhh)

I dey pray make my heart no hard

Money come fast, but e fit tear you apart If you love

me, love me for the scars I still dey find my peace

for the dark

(yeah, yeah)

We go make am,

but e no be movie I just want quiet,

somebody to hold me (hmmm)