[Verse] Moonlight on the tin, pots singing low, Grandma’s stew in a clay bowl, secrets it knows. Spoon taps the rim like a heartbeat in time, Each bite a name, each flavor a rhyme. Cousin Tunde laughs, eyes full of gold, This plate’s his wedding, that one’s his old road. [Pre-Chorus] No need for names when the taste tells your tale, Every spice is a memory, every grain a trail. From Lagos to the creek, we carry the flame, One feast at a time, we’re still the same. [Chorus] Plate by plate, we rebuild the past, Smoke in the air, heart full of fast. Fingers on the rim, stories start to run, Family in the food, never done, never done. We eat and we remember, we eat and we rise, This compound feast, where the soul never dies. [Verse] Uncle Jide steals a piece with a wink and a grin, That one’s from ‘97, when the world was thin. Fried plantain wrapped like a letter from home, Each crumb a thread in the family dome. Sister’s laugh cuts through the haze, One bite and she’s back in that garden maze. [Pre-Chorus] No need for names when the taste tells your tale, Every spice is a memory, every grain a trail. From Lagos to the creek, we carry the flame, One feast at a time, we’re still the same. [Chorus] Plate by plate, we rebuild the past, Smoke in the air, heart full of fast. Fingers on the rim, stories start to run, Family in the food, never done, never done. We eat and we remember, we eat and we rise, This compound feast, where the soul never dies. [Bridge] Mama said, “Eat while the fire’s still bright,” Before the embers turn to night. So we pass the bowl, no need to speak, The food says it all—the world’s alive. [Chorus] Plate by plate, we rebuild the past, Smoke in the air, heart full of fast. Fingers on the rim, stories start to run, Family in the food, never done, never done. We eat and we remember, we eat and we rise, This compound feast, where the soul never dies. [Outro] Plate by plate… we remember… Smoke in the air… we remember… Never done… Never done… (beat fades with distant laughter and clinking pots)