[Verse 1]
Before the sun drips gold over rusted roofs,
Shutters scrape open, the day unfurls its proof.
Metal clangs, charcoal sizzles in the early air,
Boda riders dart through stories tangled there.
Mandazi warmth curls, sweet sugar in the steam,
Bales stand like city blocks in a waking dream.
By half past five, the maze is thick with pace,
Every alley bricks a million hopes and chase.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the barter, see the hands—
That blazer's a dream in a student's glance,
Grandmother folding cloth, stories in every fold,
Generations spun in threads of bold.
[Chorus]
In the market that never sleeps, the rhythm runs deep,
Words traded like secrets we promise to keep.
From dawn's first breath pushing night away,
We find our momentum, we make our way.
[Verse 2]
A phone charger nests beside plump red tomatoes,
Second-hand books spill tales behind worn shadows.
Mamas smile through steam, their eyes hold the past,
A hundred busy lives tangled wide and fast.
The crowd’s a river, never resting shore to shore,
Each step a pulse in the city's core.
No pause in the heartbeat, no silence to keep,
The market breathes like a soul that won’t sleep.
[Pre-Chorus]
Listen close as the stories entwine—
Cloth sold for decades, hands passing time,
Young and old threading their own path's seam,
Here in the hum of impossible dreams.
[Chorus]
In the market that never sleeps, the rhythm runs deep,
Words traded like secrets we promise to keep.
From dawn's first breath pushing night away,
We find our momentum, we make our way.
[Bridge]
Between the bundles, under dusty beams,
Hope’s not just a whisper, it’s louder than it seems.
A tapestry woven from every hurried sale,
In this patchwork of purpose, no story can fail.
[Chorus]
In the market that never sleeps, the rhythm runs deep,
Words traded like secrets we promise to keep.
From dawn's first breath pushing night away,
We find our momentum, we make our way.
[Outro]
So when you hear the city sigh and stir,
Remember the market where dreams confer.
In every worn path, every rising sun’s light,
Lives a beat that pushes on through the night.
