

Intro
Corner store closed in oh-four, chain still on the door
Notebook in a drawer somewhere, nobody's keeping score
Verse
Mr. Alvarez kept a composition book behind the register
Every name in pencil, every debt a whispered secret ledger
Three forty for the bread, six ten for the light bill milk
Wrote it down in cursive, never once collected on the built-up
He fed the block on credit when the checks came slow
Said pay me back whenever, kid, I already know
My mother's name in there, page nine, second row
Twelve dollars and a promise that she made three winters ago
I used to sweep his floors for quarters, watch him tally up the loss
Chalk marks on the wall behind the counter, crossed and crossed
He never once said sorry when the numbers ran too deep
Just closed the drawer at nine and told me get some sleep
Store's a laundromat now, machines where the counter stood
I walk past twice a week and think about the neighborhood
He died with forty pages full of debts he'd never call
I inherited the interest, and I can't pay none of it at all
Chorus
I carry it in silence, folded like a coat
The weight of what I owed
Not dollars, not the interest, just the names I never wrote
The weight of what I owed
It sits under my ribs like something swallowed whole
The weight of what I owed
I'm still making payments nobody's here to know
The weight of what I owed
Verse
Found the notebook at the estate sale, dollar in a milk crate box
Flipped to my mother's page and felt my chest lock like a padlock
She paid him back eventually, small bills folded twice
He wrote "settled" in the margin, didn't even need it iced
But there's names below hers never got that word
Mrs. Odom, page eleven, debt still incurred
I started asking round the block who's left from back then
Found her daughter working nights, said her mama's gone since ten
Years now, the debt still open like a wound that never scarred
I paid it forward, slid an envelope under her door, hit hard
No note, no name, just cash and a piece torn from the page
Figured that's the only way to close a debt this old with age
I kept the book, I read it some nights when the block gets quiet
Every name a person who kept somebody's family from the riot
Of hunger, of the light bill, of the landlord at the door
That's arithmetic that never shows up on a store's floor
Chorus
I carry it in silence, folded like a coat
The weight of what I owed
Not dollars, not the interest, just the names I never wrote
The weight of what I owed
It sits under my ribs like something swallowed whole
The weight of what I owed
I'm still making payments nobody's here to know
The weight of what I owed
Bridge
I used to think the debt was mine alone to settle
Now I know it passes hand to hand like borrowed metal
Every name he wrote in pencil, I write mine in ink
Somebody's kid will read my ledger, stop and think
Outro
Store's long gone, the book's still warm from being held
Some debts get paid in cash, some get paid in what you tell
Trap · Dark · 88 BPM · 3:07 — Hip-Hop (trap), confident, brooding trap energy, modern trap hi-hats, 808 sub bass, dark piano loop, hi-hat rolls, sparse snaps, F minor, gritty male rap, half-sung ad-libs, layered triplet flow
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