

Intro
Bell on the door don't ring, it coughs
Odell's radio stuck on static and old gospel
Notebook by the register, spine cracked like a knuckle
Every name in that thing older than the Kool-Aid on the shelf
Verse 1
Marlowe and Twelfth, that store was the only steady thing
Fluorescent light buzzing like a hymn nobody sing
Odell wrote in pencil so the numbers could forgive
Said ink is for the government, graphite's how the block live
I was nine, stealing glances at the candy on the rack
Mama sent me for bread with a five she wanted back
He slid it 'cross the counter, said tell her pay Friday
Wrote her name under "Denise," erased somebody's IOU that same day
Watched him do it for the deacon and the dope boy on the corner
Same pencil, same page, ain't no difference in the order
Said the store don't judge you, judge you'll get enough elsewhere
Rent's already doing that, I keep the credit fair
By sixteen I had my own line under my father's ghost
Paid it off in quarters, paid it slow like he wrote
Some folks never squared it, moved away, changed their name
Odell just turned the page like the debt was never there to blame
Hook
Corner store theology, pencil not a pen
Erase the sin on Sunday, credit rolls again
Odell said forgive it slow but never let it drop
That's the only church we had on Marlowe and Twelfth block
Verse 2
Nineteen, broke, needed formula and I ain't had the ten
Odell looked at my eyes, ain't look at my hands
Said your father squared his debt, that's a name that still means good
Wrote me in under Curtis, said pay it when you could
That's the thing about a ledger built on trust instead of law
It don't care about your record, only care about your word
I got a cousin skipped his tab and skipped the whole zip code
Odell never chased him, said the debt's between him and his soul
Learned more about a man from how he settled up
Than from the chain he wearing or the way he fill a cup
Some nights I'd sweep the floor just to bring the balance down
Odell'd hand me extra, say that ain't how debt works around
He passed it to his nephew when the arthritis took his hand
Nephew tried the register, tried computers, tried a plan
Block revolted quiet, kept on asking for the book
Some things don't compute right if a machine's the one that's keeping track
Hook
Corner store theology, pencil not a pen
Erase the sin on Sunday, credit rolls again
Odell said forgive it slow but never let it drop
That's the only church we had on Marlowe and Twelfth block
Verse 3
Store closed in oh-nine, health made him finally quit
Auctioned off the counter, but somebody kept the notebook, kept it
I got it from his daughter, page still got my father's name
Erasure marks so deep they left a shadow in the grain
Now I run a different kind of ledger, same design
Loan a man some work before I loan a man a dime
Track who's good for what, forgive it when I can
Figure that's the only scripture ever fit into my hand
See the block don't need a preacher much as it need proof
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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