[Intro]
Ash in the tray
Scale on the table
Old blues record
Skip in the label
[Verse 1]
Started on the corner
Just a broke kid, mad
Hand-me-down hoodie
Twenty in a paper bag
Uncle showed the razor
Taught me to shave a rock
"Count every blessing
And every tick of the clock"
First flip, heart jump
Thought the sky turned gold
Couple quick summers
Then my heart turned cold
Mama said, "Baby
That fast cash bites"
But the fridge looked full
For the first time in my life
[Chorus]
This that last run of the day
White dust on my soul, can't pray
Got a pocket full of ghosts that pay
And they all know my name
This that last run of the day
Street choir singing my shame
If the law don't come, then the grave just may
Take me out the game
[Verse 2]
Junkie at the door
Call me "sir" like a king
Same man used to laugh
When I couldn't buy a thing
Now his hands shake wild
For a little numb cloud
Funny how respect come
When the poison come out
Girlfriend left, said
"You sleep with your scale"
I just lit a new one
Said, "Love don't sell"
Part of me brag
On the money I stacked
Other part stare
At the mirror talk back:
"You count crumbs, count bills
Count scars, count nights
But you can't count peace
When you profit off their plight"
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Count it up, bag it up
Same old song
Every good turn I take
Feel dead wrong
Got a Bible in the drawer
But the zipper sound loud
Got a suit for the wake
Not a suit for my vows
[spoken]
I ain't proud, I'm just honest
This the life that I chose
Every line that I pushed
Wrote a line in my bones
[Chorus]