Asphalt Prayer

[Verse 1]
The spare key he keeps tucked by the sun visor's edge
Slips out at four AM, he's living on the ledge
My leather's cracked from the heat, my seams smell like suya smoke
I feel the weight of a man whose old foundation is broke
He turns me over, a rumble and a cough
Another night's hustle, just trying to get off

[Chorus]
He rolls down my windows for the asphalt prayer
Falomo Bridge breeze, he got no single care
Log drum na sermon, the wind be the choir
E dey build him own roof, e dey climb even higher

[Verse 2]
He grips my wheel tight, the phone screen is bright
The call goes to ringing, swallows up the night
"Baba, just pick up," a whisper so low
A new stress fracture in the road down below
He clicks it off sharp, turns the volume to ten
And tells me, "No worry, we go build am again."

[Chorus]
He rolls down my windows for the asphalt prayer
Falomo Bridge breeze, he got no single care
Log drum na sermon, the wind be the choir
E dey build him own roof, e dey climb even higher

[Instrumental Break]
(A 20-second breakdown where a Keinemusik-style bassline and a driving log drum rhythm take over, woven with a lonely, fingerpicked acoustic guitar melody. The sounds of Lagos at night—distant sirens, the hum of the bridge—fade in and out.)

[Bridge]
This steel is my body, this engine his fight
He's changing the locks with the fading streetlight
This drive is the blueprint he draws in the dark
Leaving his own unforgettable mark

[Chorus]
He rolls down my windows for the asphalt prayer
Falomo Bridge breeze, he got no single care
Log drum na sermon, the wind be the choir
E dey build him own roof, e dey climb even higher

[Outro]
The engine goes quiet. The prayer is done.
He leaves the key in. A war that he's won.