

Intro
Corner store on Belmar closed in oh-nine
Paper bag still smell like bread and dime
I got the ledger book, cracked spine, ink gone blue
Every name in that book still owe me something true
Verse
Mr. Odom ran that store on credit and trust
Chalk mark on the counter turned to ledger dust
He'd float you eggs and bacon till the check came through
Wrote your name in pencil, said the paper's proof
My mama's name in there eleven times in one July
Sixty cents of milk beside a crossed-out sigh
He never asked for interest, just for you to come back right
Pay when the light bill's paid, pay before the light
Store closed down the week his hip gave out
Nephew sold the building, threw the ledger in a drought
Of moving boxes, dumpster by the loading dock
I pulled it out at midnight, wiped it, kept the block
Now I got the names, half of them still round here
Working nights, raising kids, drowning in the same fear
I ain't collecting debts, I'm collecting what he gave
Gonna square it different — pay it forward past the grave
Chorus
Got receipts from the block, every name accounted for
Every kindness got a number, every debt keeps score
I ain't cashing nothing, just remembering what it's for
Got receipts from the block, and the block remembers more
Verse
Took the ledger to the print shop, made a hundred copies clean
Handed one to every name still living on the scene
Told them what they owed was owed already, paid in full
By a man who kept the lights on when the system pulled
Some of them cried, some just nodded, put it in their coat
Said they didn't know Odom kept a paper note
That's the thing about the debt that don't show up in a bank
It just sits there, quiet, waiting till you say the thanks
I bought the corner lot back, renamed it after him
Put a bench outside, a mailbox, painted trim
Kids do homework on that bench now, don't know why it's there
I know — it's forty years of eggs and borrowed prayer
I keep the ledger in a drawer beneath my bed
Read a page some nights before I close my head
Every debt's a story if you read it right
Every crossed-out name's a light that stayed lit despite
Chorus
Got receipts from the block, every name accounted for
Every kindness got a number, every debt keeps score
I ain't cashing nothing, just remembering what it's for
Got receipts from the block, and the block remembers more
Bridge
Funny how a debt can turn to gratitude
Once you stop keeping score and start keeping the truth
Odom never asked me once to pay him what I owe
He just asked I keep the book, so somebody would know
Outro
Ledger's on the shelf now, cover worn and cracked
Every name inside it — paid, and paid me back
Trap · Dark · 88 BPM · 3:10 — 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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