Block Ledger (wersja 2)

Intro

Corner store ledger, names in the margins

Dates and amounts, who owed what in dark then

Verse 1

Tommy kept the notebook in a plastic bag

Tucked behind the register, pages turning sad

Every loan written down, every debt he knew

Interest wasn't money, it was trust in you

I borrowed three hundred on a Tuesday night

My sister needed medicine, the clinic closed tight

Paid him back in fifties every other week

Walked past his store and never broke the streak

He never asked for more than what was owed

Never charged me extra for the weight I carried home

But I saw the ledger once, my name in blue ink

Pages full of numbers making margins think

Some folks paid in months, some took years

Some names got crossed out with the weight of fears

Tommy's store was honest in a dishonest place

Every transaction held a person's face

Chorus

Block ledger, block ledger

That's the currency we measure

Block ledger, block ledger

Debt and trust are the same treasure

Verse 2

Saw a kid I knew from middle school in there

Took a grand one summer, disappeared somewhere

His name stayed written even when he moved away

Tommy kept that page like a kind of prayer

There was an old man, borrowed once, paid slow

Brought Tommy vegetables from his garden row

Said his ledger wasn't punishment, it was memory

Every line a story of who we used to be

I watched him turn the pages, running his thin finger

Over debts that kept the neighborhood together

Taught me that a promise wasn't just the words

It was the weight behind them, and being heard

When money ran the world outside these blocks

Tommy's ledger was the only honest stock

Chorus

Block ledger, block ledger

That's the currency we measure

Block ledger, block ledger

Debt and trust are the same treasure

Bridge

Now I'm older and I understand

Why he never called the law, why he took the stand

For every name that couldn't pay on time

Why he kept the record, why he held the line

Some debts aren't meant to break you down

They're meant to keep you anchored to this town

To remember who you are when no one else believes

That a person's word is all they need

Verse 3

Tommy passed the store on to his nephew last year

Nephew asked about the ledger, where it disappeared

I told him throw it out or keep it close

But honor that the names in there matter most

Some got paid in full, some stayed unpaid

But every single one of them found their own way

The ledger was a mirror of the neighborhood's soul

Showed us we were broken but we had a whole

I think about that notebook sometimes when I'm walking

Through these same streets, hearing old folks talking

About the time they borrowed, about the time they gave

About the promises they kept from cradle to the grave

Outro

Corner store ledger, margins getting thin

Names and dates of everybody's been

Block ledger