Yeah, check the rhythm.
No be small work, but we still dey run the race.
Every cycle get its own pace.
Agbo James, let’s go.
(Verse 1)
Every parent gat to hold the line, provide the bread
Make the pikin belly full, no room for dread.
The papa be the anchor, the shield for the gate
To guard the home front, before it’s too late.
The mama be the garden, she nurture and she feed
She water every soul, she plant the perfect seed.
But listen to the beat, hear the message wey I bring
You self na human being, you self na king.
(Chorus)
Oga, Madam, as you dey hustle for the town
Make you no allow your own spirit to drown!
Love yourself first, then you hold your spouse tight
Cause at the end of the day, na you be your own light.
Yeah, you’re all you’ve got when the sun start to set
Don’t trade your own joy for a lifetime of regret!
(Verse 2)
The cycle go rotate, the children go grow
Dem go pack their bags, dem go hit the road.
Some go forget the hand, some go change the flow
Some might leave you stranded where the cold winds blow.
But we pray for the harvest, we pray for the grace
For grateful pikin dem who go remember our face.
Who go look at our labor and stand by the truth
And carry the legacy well, from the days of their youth.
(Outro)
Yeah, it’s the cycle, man.
Provide, protect, love, but don't forget the man in the mirror.
Agbo James on the rhythm.
Keep your own candle burning while you light the others.
One love.