

Intro
Bodega light flicker, neon sign half-dead
Clerk know your face before you speak a word
That's how you know you belong somewhere
Verse 1
Tommy at the register, thirty years same spot
Knew my mother's order, knew my father's walk
Knew when I was hungry by the way I browsed the aisle
Never picked the marked-down bread, always the fresh mile
I was seven, maybe eight, pockets full of lint
Tommy slip a juice box in my backpack, never print
Receipt, never ask for it, that's the code he kept
Margins thin as paper, but his memory stayed deep
I watched him count the register, fingers work the till
Every dollar stretched like taffy, every cent a skill
He'd say the store's a mirror, show you who you are
People who remember you when times get hard
That Tuesday when my uncle didn't come back home
Tommy let me sit there, didn't have to ask, alone
Just a chair, some gum, and time that didn't cost
Taught me early: loyalty's the only thing that's lost
Pre-Chorus
See, the corner store don't teach you how to leave
It teach you how to stay
Chorus
A man is what he owes, not what he own
A man is what he owes, not what he own
Verse 2
Years later, I'm moving weight through different streets
Tommy's still in that same spot, same heat
I walk in with a different hunger, different fear
He look at me one time, say the past year clear
I coulda took a better road, I could explain
He just nod and move a carton, don't ask my name
Sell me coffee like I'm still that thirsty kid
Act like he ain't seen the things I done, the things I did
That's mercy, that's the kind that cut the deepest
When somebody know your worst and still believe it
He don't stock my brand of choice no more, I notice
But he keep a single can, back shelf, he know this
One day I'm gone, the store get sold to someone new
Tommy hand me the keys in a dream I'm running through
He say, "This place remember people, that's the rent
Don't let it turn to profit, keep the ledger spent on them"
Pre-Chorus
See, the corner store don't teach you how to run
It teach you how to stay
Chorus
A man is what he owes, not what he own
A man is what he owes, not what he own
Bridge
I'm walking past the bodega now, it closed last spring
Tommy's gone, his daughter tried, but couldn't make it ring
There's a laundromat there now, fluorescent and cold
But I still owe that man the story, that I'm told
By the clerk who work the night shift, who remember me
Who don't ask for nothing, just stay steady
That's the gospel of the corner, that's the creed
A man is what he owes
Outro
Yeah
A man is what he owes, not what he own
Remember that
Trap · Dark · 88 BPM · 2:31 — 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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