Zinc Altar

[Verse 1]
The scaffold yard behind Osu, just past the seven o'clock prayer call.
Smell of rust and rain on the zinc sheets, I lean against the concrete wall.
Every tro-tro headlight that sweeps the alley is a false kind of grace.
I trace the cracks in the pavement, waiting to see your face.

[Chorus]
This no be spot, e be my prayer ground.
On this zinc altar, my faith is found.
No holy water, just the dust we raise.
For you, I wait through all my days.

[Verse 2]
You text me, "Chale, five minutes, I swear on the V-Power."
Like you dey build this feeling up, storey by storey, hour by hour.
Your foundation solid, you hold me up when the city dey press.
A welder's torch flash from a window, put my whole heart to the test.

[Chorus]
This no be spot, e be my prayer ground.
On this zinc altar, my faith is found.
No holy water, just the dust we raise.
For you, I wait through all my days.

[Bridge]
Some people build with promise, their structure is only air.
But we dey mix the mortar with struggle and with care.

[Outro]
Then your phone screen light up the darkness.
My prayer, e be answered.