Intro
Coffee can rattling on the counter, dented crown
Momma's nail scratched marks in dollars, hid the sound
Verse
Momma kept a coffee can beneath the sink, lid rusted shut
Every Friday counted twice, then counted trust
Scratched a cross for church tithe, dot for light and gas
Circle round the rent bill so we'd never fall behind, never last
Called it superstition, but the numbers always matched
Said the symbols kept the wolves from knocking, kept the latch attached
I was seven, thought it magic, watched her thumbnail cut the code
Learned that money talks in silence when you speak the language owed
Some nights the can was empty, still she scratched it anyway
Said a mark on nothing still holds shape, still holds sway
Landlord came on Tuesdays, banged like thunder on the door
Momma slid an envelope with runes she'd drawn before
Never late, not once, though the balance ran on faith
Every crease a prayer she folded, every fold a debt she'd pay
Thirty years of marking dollars, never missed a single beat
Now I carve the same into my money 'fore I walk the street
Chorus
Runes in the rent money, marks that only we can read
A cross for what we owe and a circle for the need
Ain't magic, ain't a miracle, just faith kept right on time
Every scratch's a scripture, every bill's a sign
Verse
First check from the studio, I split it on the table
Circle for my momma's roof, still doing what I'm able
Cross for the corner church that fed us when the can was bare
Dot for little brother's light bill, kept the wolves from there
Engineer thought I was tripping, marking twenties with my nail
Told him this the only interest that ain't never gon' fail
Every stage I stood on, every crowd that learned my name
Still divide it like she taught me, still play by the same game
Bought her new can, stainless steel, she wouldn't let it go
Kept the rusted one for runes, said that's the one that knows
Fame came slow like kindling, caught the same way ash ignites
Marked my platinum plaque