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AYO KWEKU

You kept your word

Barber turned artist

the numbers

bpm
103
key
G minor
energy
0.71
dance
0.90
valence
0.47
vocal at
9.2s
length
2:41
language
En

lyrics

You swore on the bench by Osu,

Two bottles in, your words came through.

At dawn you texted, “I still stand,”

With pocket dust and trembling hand.

I kept that date by the roundabout,

Bought bread and eggs, and I did not doubt.

The kettle hissed in the small blue light,

You showed up clean at half past eight.

Your eyes were red but your shirt was pressed,

You said, “My brother, I meant that jest?”

I held my laugh with a steady face,

Then you reached in and paid the case.

You kept your word

You kept your word

You kept your word

You kept your word

We crossed Ridge Road in the morning queue,

Your motorbike seat still smelled of dew.

You handed over the keys and card,

Like a man who walked through weather hard.

No long speech, no turning away,

Just plantain chips and a black sachet.

You made that promise under the gin,

And came back solid, straight in the wind.

You kept your word

You kept your word

You kept your word

You kept your word

Now when the boys raise cups at night,

You lift your glass but you still keep right.

Accra will test you, sand and rain,

But you showed me how a man remains.

You kept your word

You kept your word

You kept your word

You kept your word