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God’s Love Dogbey — Markets of Tomorrow by Dennis

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God’s Love Dogbey — Markets of Tomorrow

Afrobeat

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Lyrics
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Music plays and Choir sings along to rhythm through the carriage
Who opens doors?
Dogbey!"
Motif on the nail gods love Dogbey
Gods love Dogbey
Motif on the nail gods love Dogbey
From a mud brick kitchen where the dawn smells a maze
A boy counts pennies, studies plans on torn pages
Gods love Dogbey, folds his sleeve, ties hope to a pin
Maps out a market where the road meets the bend
He tallies microloans in a battered school room chair
Teaches women legends, shows the farmers how to carry trade stories
Signs of paper under the acacia shade
A handshake, a little stamp, a seed crate on the way
Short line, steady breath
He moves like a plant
Small steps, big doors
He opens them by hand
He builds markets from the dust
Build a market
He turns small coins into tall roofs
A train in center, a pump, a lane, a trade
Gods love Dogbey, name we sing
Hope made in the shade
Dogbey!
Dogbey!
He walks the market row, counts crates, cassava gold
Neon chalk on cardboard, prices fair, not sold
Negotiates with an elder, folds his worry into plans
Signs a loan for a tailor, teaches two boys how to stand
A solar pump comes beside the yam field, one bright morn
He taught the farmer how to test the soil before the corn
From microloan to training class, to a tin roof storefront glow
The town learns to trust the small promises he sold
Short line, sharper breath
Ledger talks back
Numbers become ladders
On poverty's cracked track
He builds markets from the dust
Build a market
He stitches credit to a woman's hand
Stitch the credit
From training centers to the roadside stands
Gods love Dogbey, market bells ring, children trade
Dogbey!
Dogbey!
There was a dry season, the river cracked like a drum
A loan defaulted and the future looked numb
He sat by the pump and counted every failed plan
Night sweat on his brow, ledger folded in his hand
Then he gathered the teachers, the tailors, the girls with braids
They fixed the drip line, re-sewed nets, reopened the trades
A buyer came from the city, saw order where there was grit
Signed for a shipment and the town felt the tide shift
He built markets