[Intro: Ethio-groove male lead, half-chanted over the kebero and krar riff] Buna on the charcoal, and the third one's comin' hot [Hook: Meron, female sung hook, Ethio-groove runs over huge drums and krar] Abol for the stranger, tona for the friend Baraka is the blessin', and the blessin' doesn't end Every Sunday you get up and leave your cup at two Stay for the third round, the third round's you [Verse 1: Ethio-groove male lead, rapping hard in six-eight over huge drums, kebero and the krar riff] Saturday I'm in the ring, and Saturday I fall Round two, every time, my back against the wall Sunday I'm in Meron's cafe, bruises on my face Smoke from the coffee pan is curlin' through the place Buna on the charcoal, and the beans begin to crack She pours it from the clay pot, and she never pours it back Abol is the first cup, that's the one they give a guest Tona is the second, that's for friends, and that's the rest Every week I drink the two, I thank her, and I stand Every week I'm out the door with nothin' in my hand [Hook: Meron, female sung hook, Ethio-groove runs over huge drums and krar] Abol for the stranger, tona for the friend Baraka is the blessin', and the blessin' doesn't end Every Sunday you get up and leave your cup at two Stay for the third round, the third round's you [Verse 2: Ethio-groove male lead, wah guitar stabbing the gaps, kebero rolling] Coach says I got hands, but I got nothin' in the tank Round three is a country I have never seen, to be frank Meron says the third cup's when the coffee tells the truth I say I got an early start, I'm sayin' it to my shoe She laughs and wipes the counter like she's heard it all before Konjo means she's beautiful, I never said it, that's for sure Second round, I'm leavin', second round, I'm gone Second round of every single thing I ever started on [Verse 3: Ethio-groove lead, ululation lift as he sits back down, kebero hits hard, the six-eight opens wide] This Sunday I stood up, my jacket in my fist Felt my whole life standin' with me, every round I missed And I sat back down, and the whole room heard the chair Meron poured baraka, and she left her hand right there Buna and the blessin', and the smoke around her hair First third round I ever made, and I made it in a chair No bell, no ref, no count, no blood across the floor And I won the only fight I ever wanted, and I'm stayin' for more [Final Hook: Meron, female sung hook, all the way up, full band and krar] Abol for the stranger, tona for the friend Baraka is the blessin', and the blessin' doesn't end Every Sunday you get up and leave your cup at two Stay for the third round, the third round's you [End]
