Second Demolition

[Verse 1]
The knock-off Barca jersey you wear inside-out by the Salaga Market gate.
I stack that memory like a cinder block, seal it with concrete of hate.
The way the welder's torch from the Ussher Fort put a new light in your eye.
I try to plaster over it, smooth it down, paint the wall a new kind of white.
Chale, this foundation e be faulty from the start.

[Chorus]
Every brick I pull down from the wall around my heart
Is just another one to build you up again in the dark.
Chale, this na second demolition, a brand new try,
But the blueprint of your face still dey burn against the sky.

[Verse 2]
Tuesday, 4 AM, the first prayer call from the mosque still sleeping deep.
I smell the salt from the Jamestown shore on the promises I couldn't keep.
You said, "Kojo, me, I no be solid ground," your voice was soft like rust.
Now every tro-tro ride to Madina is just your ghost kicking up the dust.
Your shadow's on the scaffold, no matter how high I climb.

[Chorus]
Every brick I pull down from the wall around my heart
Is just another one to build you up again in the dark.
Chale, this na second demolition, a brand new try,
But the blueprint of your face still dey burn against the sky.

[Bridge]
(Drums and vocal only)
The blue FanYogo wrapper.
The cracked phone screen.
The shared Indomie.
The lie between.
The rain on the zinc roof.
The silence you left.

[Outro]
I build you up again...
I just build you up again...