Intro
Bell above Renzo's door rings twice, not once
Chair three still spins if you push it just right
Verse
First time I sat that leather, I was seven, feet not touching ground
Renzo tied the cape too loose, said hold still, don't make a sound
Mirror had a crack ran diagonal like a scar of its own
Chalk marks on the frame, a tally nobody's shown
He said every mark on skin got a value, kid, like cash
Dime scar's from falling, quarter's from a clash
Half dollar's when you bled for somebody wasn't blood
Dollar bill's the one you don't talk about, just a nod
My uncle Theo's got a scar shaped like a subway map
Said it cost him a friendship and a Tuesday and a nap
He traded testimony for a shorter bid downtown
Wore that scar to church now, wore it like a crown
I asked him was it worth it, he just clipped my hairline clean
Said worth ain't the question when you're seventeen
Some scars you spend right off, some you hold like a bond
Learned that in the chair before I knew a bank exists beyond
Hook
Scars in denomination, that's the only wealth I own
Every mark's got a story, every story's got a tone
Some cost silence, some cost blood, some just cost a phone call home
Scars in denomination, that's the currency I've grown
Verse
Sixteen now, got my own mark, quarter-sized, above the brow
Cost me a friend named Dario who I don't see now
He asked me hold the bag while he ran from Ninth Street law
I held it, held my breath, held a truth I never saw
Story goes he skated clean, story goes I took the weight
Six months county, came back different, came back straight-faced
Renzo didn't ask what happened, just refilled my chair
Said that's a dollar scar right there, spend it with some care
I started keeping tally too, chalk marks on my own wall
Every debt I paid in silence, every time I didn't fall
Learned the difference between a scar that makes you hard
And one that makes you careful, one that stands you guard
Dario came back once, tried to buy back what he lost
I told him some denominations don't convert, that's the cost
He left with his head down, I ain't chase him, ain't forgive quick
Some accounts stay open, that's arithmetic
Hook
Scars in denomination, that's the only wealth I own
Every mark's got a story, every story's got a tone
Some cost silence, some cost blood, some just cost a phone call home
Scars in denomination, that's the currency I've grown
Bridge
Now it's my chair, my cape, my hand steady on the blade
Got a kid named Marcus asking why the old men st
