The city that makes me forget that my heart is timed with rhythmic beats
Tall towers germinating from the belly of the earth to tower the sky
It makes me think that God doesn’t see us all the time
The sun rises and we rise with it, It falls but falls alone
Men too busy wrapped in suit and tie
They forget how to make love to the city
Accra made we replace our heart beats with the sound of the streets
The street has music for those who listen

Our love is spread in the cadence of the dusty atmosphere
Busy men and Women, Monday 6 or less to 6 or more
It’s enough, sit with the family, the loved ones, let them know how much they mean to you before Accra tempers with their headphones s and hearts
Accra the city that makes you dream of dragons and unicorns
The love and warmth in it embrace draws souls from the banks of the ocean and from the ends of the ocean to feed on it hospitality
Accra is no man’s city

I sit on the clouds and wait for thunder to struck the negativity out of this city
Let its love show through its opened gates of gold

Accra the music
The type of music composed by God somewhere for us here to dance to it
The opera with high-notes and bass drums
Trombone and the violence of the violin
Accra our music
The type of music weaved like a basket with complex patterns of sounds
Its frequencies triggers our bodies to fidget
Fingers struck our hearts cup of emotions like the strings of a guitar
Accra the party for the alive
Accra the grave for the brave

If I supernova
Spread my ashes in the nebulae
I want to see Accra and weep with it for the last time
Accra the city made by us
For us
Accra the no man city