Scars I Kept the Receipt For (wersja 2)

Intro

Coffee can under the bed, lid rusted shut

Every scar got a paper trail, I kept enough

Ain't bragging, ain't bleeding for nobody's applause

Just proof for the nights when the streets forget the cost

Verse

Eleven stitches, elbow, curb on Dellwood Lane

Doc gave me a form, I folded it, kept the stain

Fell off a bike I ain't own, chased by a kid named Ray

Turned enemies to brothers by the end of that same day

Sixteen, pawnshop ticket for my daddy's watch

Got it back at nineteen, receipt still in my sock

Corey said forget it, that's a debt too old to chase

I said some things you carry just to remember the place

Nineteen, knuckle scar from a door I couldn't afford to lose

Landlord wanted proof I paid, I showed him bruised

Twenty-two, hospital band still got the barcode on

Scanned it once at self-checkout just to see if it was gone

Every mark's a line item, every ache's a date

Momma kept the bills, I kept what the bills create

Ain't asking for your pity, I ain't asking for the crown

Just don't tell me what I lost when I got the printout

Hook

Scars I kept the receipt for

Every one paid, I ain't hiding what it's for

Nothing here I didn't earn the hard way

Scars I kept the receipt for

Verse

Twenty-four, Marcus owed me for the winter coat

I let it ride, wrote the amount inside a note

Taped it in the can next to my broken wrist X-ray

Reminder that a debt collects no matter how you pray

Barbershop back room, Tico keeps a jar like mine

Says the scars that count are ones you paid on time

I told him mine ain't currency for nobody's game

Just a ledger for the version of me nobody claimed

Twenty-six, car got repo'd on a Tuesday night

Kept the notice folded next to the ER receipt, tight

Two different papers, same year, same shaking hand

Learned to read my whole life like a business plan

My little cousin asked why I don't throw the old ones out

I said some scars is proof of what your silence costs

He didn't get it yet, too young to understand the weight

Of keeping what you survived so you don't repeat the date

Hook

Scars I kept the receipt for

Every one paid, I ain't hiding what it's for

Nothing here I didn't earn the hard way

Scars I kept the receipt for

Bridge

Found my daddy's old receipts after he passed

Same coffee can, same rust, same kind of math

Turns out the man who never said a word out loud

Was keeping score the whole time, quiet and proud

Guess that's where I got it, the folding, the keeping

The proof over promise, the counting instead of weeping

Now when they ask me how I made it out that door

I just tap the can and say the amount's what it's for

Outro

Lid's still rusted, can still full, still mine

Every scar's a paid stub from a hard-earned line

Don't need your sorry, don't need the applause

Just know when I bleed, I keep the receipt because