Interest on a Borrowed Name (wersja 2)

Intro

Same three letters on the mailbox and the warrant

Same three letters on the napkin where he borrowed

I was seven when I learned a name could carry debt

Before I ever earned a dollar, I was in the red

Verse

Grandfather signed his name in cursive on a pawn shop slip

Traded a watch for rent, never came back to get it

Father took that name and stretched it thin as fishing line

Cashed checks that bounced twice before the ink could dry

I inherited the syllables, not the collateral

Walked into rooms where the debt was already federal

Landlord knew my last name before he knew my face

Said your people still owe me from a different place

I said which decade, he said doesn't matter, kid, it compounds

Interest don't care whose hands were around when it was found

So I started signing different — middle name, no surname

Tried to build a version of myself the banks couldn't blame

But the mail still came addressed to what I couldn't shake

Every form, every file, every fingerprint at stake

You don't choose the name they hand you in the delivery room

You just choose how long you let it decide your room

Chorus

I'm paying interest on a borrowed name

Every year it grows, the balance stays the same

Wrote my own signature just to break the chain

Still paying interest on a borrowed name

Verse

Nineteen, first apartment, had to use my mother's credit

Cashier looked twice at the ID, said you don't look like it

Said the name's older than you, boy, where'd you get the face

I said I got the face for free, the name's what costs me space

Found a shoebox full of letters addressed to men who'd left

Same three letters signed on every promise, every debt

Started keeping my own ledger, separate column, clean

Paid down what was mine and let the rest stay unforeseen

Some nights I still hear the collectors ask for him

Ask for the man whose name I'm wearing like a hand-me-down

I tell them he's not here, they say the balance travels down

Said the name don't die with the man, it just changes hands

I'm the last one holding paper on a debt I didn't sign

Every signature before mine drawing interest, line by line

So I built a new account, put my own name on the deed

Still paying off the old one just to plant a different seed

Chorus

I'm paying interest on a borrowed name

Every year it grows, the balance stays the same

Wrote my own signature just to break the chain

Still paying interest on a borrowed name

Bridge

Found the original slip in a drawer last spring

Grandfather's cursive faded but the debt still ringing

Paid it off myself, forty dollars, closed the file

Felt lighter for a second, then remembered — new one's filed

Under my own name now, under choices I have made

Some debts you get born into, some you go and trade

Outro

Same three letters, different weight I carry

Paying interest on a name that made me wary

Closed one account, opened up another

Still my name, but now I know the number