Intro
My father ran the corner store off Vandeer and Third
Kept a black book under the register, said it outweighs the word
Wolves don't count in dollars, they count in who came back
I inherited the pages and the debt collectors' math
Verse
Roll-down gate at six, the chain sings rust and cold
Same block where my uncle's name got sold for gold he never rolled
Store smelled like cardboard, kerosene, and old cheese
Father kept the ledger folded soft between his knees
Wrote it all in pencil, said the pen commits too fast
Numbers faded like a memory but the debt outlast
Mrs. Coleman owed for milk since ninety-four
Never paid a cent but she still watched the door
That's the wolf math, loyalty over currency
Pack don't eat alone when the winter's hungry
Watched him give bread to a man who robbed him twice
Said forgiveness ain't weak, it's interest paid in ice
Bullet hole still in the sign, we never fixed the letter
Left it like a scar to remind us we get better
Buried him with the ledger tucked inside his coat
Said the wolves remember debts the courthouse never wrote
Chorus
Ledger of wolves, we keep the score in scars
Who ran, who stayed, who paid the ash for stars
Not a debt of dollars, a debt of blood and bread
The pack remembers long after the wolves are dead
Verse
Now I run the ledger, laptop next to a Bible page
Same rules apply though the currency change with age
Kid named Trevor stole a case, I let it slide
Told him pay it forward, watched him testify with pride
Three years later he's the one who saved my nephew's life