Price of the Road
v4
@ignatius a
Price of the Road
v4
@ignatius a
Text
[Verse 1]
Morning comes, boda starts to roll,
Empty tank but a heavy soul,
Prices rising like the city sun,
Another day, another run.
Mama counts the coins again,
Market slow, but she still pray.
Tyres whisper on the broken lane,
I chase the bread through dust and rain.
[Pre-Chorus]
If the tank is dry, I still go,
If the road is rough, I still know.
Every bend asks for a price,
Every day, I pay it twice.
[Chorus]
Price of the road, price of the road,
(Price of the road)
Wear on my back, dust in my throat,
(Price of the road)
I keep on riding, I keep on hope,
Price of the road, price of the road.
[Verse 2]
Conductor shouting at the gate,
School bell rings, I’m running late,
One small customer, one big fare,
One more promise in the air.
Mama says, “My son, don’t fear,
Work these miles, your name will hear.”
I grip the bars, I lean and pray,
Still I move, I make my way.
[Pre-Chorus]
If the tank is dry, I still go,
If the road is rough, I still know.
Every bend asks for a price,
Every day, I pay it twice.
[Chorus]
Price of the road, price of the road,
(Price of the road)
Wear on my back, dust in my throat,
(Price of the road)
I keep on riding, I keep on hope,
Price of the road, price of the road.
[Bridge]
One more hill, one more mile,
I see her smile, I hold it tight.
If I fall, I rise again,
This hard road knows my name.
[Final Chorus]
Price of the road, price of the road,
(Price of the road)
Wear on my back, dust in my throat,
(Price of the road)
I keep on riding, I keep on hope,
Price of the road, price of the road.
Price of the road, price of the road,
(Price of the road)
Still I’m standing, still I go,
Price of the road, price of the road.
Morning comes, boda starts to roll,
Empty tank but a heavy soul,
Prices rising like the city sun,
Another day, another run.
Mama counts the coins again,
Market slow, but she still pray.
Tyres whisper on the broken lane,
I chase the bread through dust and rain.
[Pre-Chorus]
If the tank is dry, I still go,
If the road is rough, I still know.
Every bend asks for a price,
Every day, I pay it twice.
[Chorus]
Price of the road, price of the road,
(Price of the road)
Wear on my back, dust in my throat,
(Price of the road)
I keep on riding, I keep on hope,
Price of the road, price of the road.
[Verse 2]
Conductor shouting at the gate,
School bell rings, I’m running late,
One small customer, one big fare,
One more promise in the air.
Mama says, “My son, don’t fear,
Work these miles, your name will hear.”
I grip the bars, I lean and pray,
Still I move, I make my way.
[Pre-Chorus]
If the tank is dry, I still go,
If the road is rough, I still know.
Every bend asks for a price,
Every day, I pay it twice.
[Chorus]
Price of the road, price of the road,
(Price of the road)
Wear on my back, dust in my throat,
(Price of the road)
I keep on riding, I keep on hope,
Price of the road, price of the road.
[Bridge]
One more hill, one more mile,
I see her smile, I hold it tight.
If I fall, I rise again,
This hard road knows my name.
[Final Chorus]
Price of the road, price of the road,
(Price of the road)
Wear on my back, dust in my throat,
(Price of the road)
I keep on riding, I keep on hope,
Price of the road, price of the road.
Price of the road, price of the road,
(Price of the road)
Still I’m standing, still I go,
Price of the road, price of the road.
Musikstil
Afrobeats with a mid-tempo bounce, syncopated percussion, warm log drums, and a rolling bassline; verse rides sparse guitar and handclaps, pre-chorus lifts with stacked harmonies and rising shakers, chorus opens with bright synth stabs and gang vocal replies. Lead vocal stays intimate and gritty in verses, doubled on hooks with ad-lib echoes. Ear candy includes reverse swells into the chorus, coin-like percussion ticks, and short delay throws on the title phrase. Mix is warm, punchy, and radio-bright., soul, slow
