I can smell the smoke from the fires
The streets are choked like a wall of tangled vines
Noise is deafening my ears
Your lips move but I can't hear you say
Akwaaba, you are welcome to our land
When you speak English, it may as well be Greek
It sounds so different from how I learned to speak
I just nod and shake my head
At least I haven't been misled
Cause I've got no idea on earth what you just said
Accra, Accra, Accra, Accra
Accra, Accra, Accra, Accra
When we roll up to a traffic light
My eyes grow wide as I take in a brand new sight
Staring faces gather round
On their heads a hundred pounds
I feel like hiding but I hold myself upright
Waves of heat beat down from the burning sun
Waves of doubt start creeping down my spine
Sweat trickles down my face
Hope to god I like this place
Am I crazy? Oh lord, what have I done?
Accra, Accra, Accra, Accra
Accra, Accra, Accra, Accra
Two months later, I'm settling in just fine
I like the breeze, the ocean, the palm wine
It may not yet feel like home
But my love for it is growing
Accra, I know, you'll be a friend of mine
Accra, I know, you'll be a friend of mine
Accra, I know, you'll be a friend of mine