
Market Scale
[Verse 1: Carousing Accra male highlife lead, smiling belt, light on the toes] Stall at the edge of the Makola heat Mango and pineapple lined at my feet Scale on the crate with a paint-chipped face Customers trust me and they trust this place I sing while I weigh and the aunties all sway Coins in the bowl at the end of the day Then a boy from the next stall tips me a fact Your scale runs heavy when the fruit is stacked I check with a weight from the hardware man Needle sits greedy like a cheating hand My stomach goes cold in the middle of song I have been shorting the people all along [Pre-Chorus: Carousing Accra male highlife lead, building, louder every line] I could leave it broken and keep the same pay Or fix what is crooked and give it away [Chorus: Carousing Accra male highlife lead, shouted, full chest] Weigh it honest, even when it costs Better a thin week than a trust that is lost Clang of the pan is the truth in the trade Weigh it honest, that is how I get paid [Verse 2: Carousing Accra male highlife lead, scale clang, a single metal clang of the scale pan stops the band, then the guitars rush back on his shout] Clang, and the music cuts down to the bone Clang, and I zero the needle alone Guitars rush in when I shout it is done Honest from Monday to the set of the sun First week the profit looks skinny and sad Aunties still come and they tell every lad Buy from the singer who fixed his own wrong Better thin mangoes than a heavy song [Chorus: Carousing Accra male highlife lead, shouted, full chest] Weigh it honest, even when it costs Better a thin week than a trust that is lost Clang of the pan is the truth in the trade Weigh it honest, that is how I get paid [Bridge: Carousing Accra male highlife lead, soft then exploding] I lost a month of the cream on the top Gained a whole market that will never stop Boys from the next stall recalibrate too Honest gets loud when it starts with you [Verse 3: Carousing Accra male highlife lead, carousing and proud] Now the hardware man brings his weights for free Says keep the market clean as the tide of the sea I sing a little louder with the pan in my hand Customers line up like a festival band If your needle lies you will feel it in sleep Fix it at morning and the trust will keep Weigh it honest when the hungry walk by That is the highlife that money cannot buy [Chorus: Carousing Accra male highlife lead, shouted, full chest] Weigh it honest, even when it costs Better a thin week than a trust that is lost Clang of the pan is the truth in the trade Weigh it honest, that is how I get paid [Outro: Carousing Accra male highlife lead, bright and final, the scale clang rings out and fades] Weigh it honest Even when It costs [End]

