

Intro
Twelve keys on one ring, cold against my thigh
Every lock on this block got a reason why
Verse
Twelve keys on a ring, wore a groove in my jeans
Every lock on the block got a story between
Duante's scale reads true, he won't touch it for nobody
Weighed my granny's rice back in ninety, kept it steady
I'm the one they call when the landlord change the latch
Hold the spare for Miss Coral case her nephew come to snatch
Chalk marks on the wall behind the laundromat door
Names of who still owe, erased when they square the score
Shoebox full of IOUs, rubber band gone brittle
Ten dollars here, twenty there, math that keeps me little
Nobody thanks the vault, they just knock when they need it
I learned to hold my face still even when I'm bleeding
Marcus borrowed the key to his mama's old apartment
Said he'd bring it back Tuesday, left town without a comment
Now I'm explaining to the new tenant why the lock won't turn
Weight ain't the steel, it's the trust I gotta relearn
Chorus
I hold the weight of the block
Every key, every debt, every lock
Nobody sees what it cost
I carry it so it ain't lost
Verse
Ten years running this, my knuckles know the metal
Every scar on this hand got a name and a settle
Cut it opening Miss Coral's gate the winter it rusted
Kept the blood off the mail so her heart wouldn't get busted
They pay me back in stories, in casseroles, in nods
Currency that don't spend but it's heavier than gods
Marcus came back broke, asked me to vouch him again
Told the landlord he changed, put my own name on the pen
Second week he's gone with the deposit and the spare
Now Miss Coral's asking why the trust just disappear
I ain't mad at Marcus, I'm mad at the math I ignored
Loyalty's a loan too, I already paid that cost before
Still I keep the ring heavy, still I answer every knock
Cause somebody gotta anchor when the water hit the block
Scar tissue thick as a testimony on my palm
Every callus is a chapter, every fix a psalm
Chorus
I hold the weight of the block
Every key, every debt, every lock
Nobody sees what it cost
I carry it so it ain't lost
Bridge
Some nights I count the keys and wonder who counts me
If I dropped the ring tomorrow would the block still see
Rosario says put it down, let somebody else hold weight
But the phone still rings at midnight and I'm still at the gate
Maybe that's the debt I chose, maybe that's the deal
You don't get to set it down when everybody knows it's real
Outro
Twelve keys, one ring, one name they trust
I'll set it down when this whole block turns to dust
Till then I answer, till then I stay
The weight's the price of never walking away
Trap · Dark · 88 BPM · 4:00 — Hip-Hop (trap), confident, menacing swagger, modern trap hi-hats, 808 sub-bass, rattling trap hi-hats, moody synth pad, sparse piano stabs, F minor, aggressive rapid-fire rap with gritty ad-libs
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