Pavement Prayer

[Verse 1]
The smell of vetkoek on the wind unravels the day's last knot,
A single taxi hooter threads the needle of this block.
The tar road breathes the heat back to the cooling air,
We’re patching up our spirits with a rhythm born of prayer.

[Chorus]
Let the log drum weave us whole,
Yebo, let this holy bass take control.
Siyajabula, siyadansa, let the rhythm mend your soul.

[Verse 2]
Gogo at the shisanyama, her face a map of grace,
Fanning coals that stitch a warm light onto every single face.
She sees the patterns in the crowd, the futures and the pasts,
In this new blanket of the night the city always casts.

[Bridge]
The pavement holds our story, a fabric worn and deep,
And the soil beneath my soles remembers promises we keep.

[Outro]
Weaving us whole...
This bassline is our answer...