Rent Due

Verse

Mama said the rent due, rent due every season

City raising kids quicker than Sunday sermons

I learned math from the block, count blessings and losses

Minus friends, divide trust, multiply crosses

Break

Sirens harmonize with my thoughts at night

Helicopters painting halos over corner fights

I seen angels with vices, demons with diplomas

Whole world need therapy, but we just pour sodas

Break

Ego on trial, jury full of mirrors

I argue with myself, both sides getting clearer

They sell dreams wholesale, nightmares retail

If success is a jail, I learned how to post bail

Break

Uncle said “be careful who you call a hero”

Same dudes preaching peace keep a gun for the zero

I’m writing scriptures in pencil, erasing my sins

If God reading between lines, He know where I been

Break

Pressure make diamonds or turn coal to rage

I been both in one life, same pen, same page

If they ask where I’m from, tell ’em truth with no edits

I’m a product of hope mixed with generational debt