[Verse 1 - Smoky, Low Groove] The air’s thick enough to chew— burnt sugar, cheap menthol. I toss a coin across the floor where shadows creep and crawl. An old man in a greasy hat taps his rebar to the beat, reads the cracks like winding maps, finding scripture at his feet. [Pre-Chorus] It’s a low-down, lonely feeling when the daylight starts to fade— the hidden weight of your own name, the promises you made. [Chorus - Heavy, Blues Swagger] Papa Legba’s waiting now, the toll is paid in sweat. He’s guarding every crossroad of the peace you haven’t met. So pour the rum and watch the smoke— he’s here to call the debt. [Verse 2 - Darker, More Urban Blues] The Devil ain’t a man in red— he’s the silence on the line, when the bank holds all the paper on the house you thought was fine. It’s the fear stuck in your throat, a stone that won’t give way— a hard-won truth you swallow at the closing of the day. [Pre-Chorus] It’s a low-down, lonely feeling when the daylight starts to fade— the hidden weight of your own name, the promises you made. [Chorus] Papa Legba’s waiting now, the toll is paid in sweat. He’s guarding every crossroad of the peace you haven’t met. Tonight we dance the razor’s edge of gravity and debt. [Bridge - Sparse, Drums Half-Time] Morning rises grey and hard— a bruise upon the eye. I leave the empty bottle here and let the spirit dry. The final deal is always struck in silence, clear and true, and every single crossroad now is waiting just for you. [Chorus - Climactic, Big Vocal Lift] Papa Legba’s calling loud— the toll is paid in weight. He stands upon the crossroads of your sorrow and your fate. So pour the rum and watch the smoke— he’s here to kick the gate. [Outro] He’s here to kick the gate… waiting just for you.
