Casket Currency | Inspired by bleed

[Female - whispered, intimate, Spanish] Nunca te olvidamos. Lo sentimos, hermana. [Female Rap - chant, layered, fading] We still here… We still here… [Female Rap - chorus, chant, layered] Casket currency — hood don't loan, You pay in scars, in nights alone. They count your trauma like equity shares, But you alive? Then nobody cares. [Female Rap - Lead, spoken word, forward] They told me I was priceless... But they printed my pain on flyers. [Female Rap - Lead, rapid-fire delivery] Casket currency — death got rates, Every loss taxed, every silence inflates. They buy your story once your heart goes still, You're worth more... than the hospital bill. They sellin' stories in chalk lines, funerals on consignment, Pawn shop printed flyers — even death needs alignment. I watched Mari fade on the steps of the Lord, Ascension don't lift you when you've been ignored. Obits read like invoices, stitched in pain, Caskets like credit cards we swipe in vain. You think breath comes free? Nah — that's emotional debt, We owe our own bodies for the tears we ain't wept. The hood got bankers, they just don't wear ties, They balance ledgers in backrooms where hope dies. I seen boys cashed out before they knew life, Laid out on Allegheny like a tithe to the night. [Female Rap - chorus, chant, layered] Casket currency — hood don't loan, You pay in scars, in nights alone. They count your trauma like equity shares, But you alive? Then nobody cares. [Female Rap - Lead, emotional, deliberate] Your name's gold when it's tagged on Hope Park walls, But ours loop in veins of the ones who still stand tall. That mural at Indiana said "Time Will Tell," But clocks don't tick for the ones who fell. Uncle Tone got clipped — they called it fate, But I still see him in dreams outside that gate. Kev got zipped and I kissed his head, They cashed him out. I still ain't cleared that debt. [Female Rap - group, answering, layered] You don't know the price unless you paid in ghosts, Unless your breath got taxed just to make a toast. We don't buy Jordans — we invest in defense, Spend dreams on survival, hustle past tense. [Female Rap - evolved hook, powerful, group] Casket currency — our loss won't break us, We pay in scars, but still stand gracious. They buy your story once your heart goes still, You're worth more... than the hospital bill. [Female - whispered, intimate, Spanish] Nunca te olvidamos. Lo sentimos, hermana. [Female Rap - chant, layered, fading] We still here… We still here… [Female Rap - Lead, spoken, slow] They don't pay attention... 'Til you paid the ultimate. They don't value your verse... Until it's posthumous. They want the receipt... But never saw the purchase. [Female Rap - Lead, aggressive, rapid-fire, climax] I write like my name's in probate court, Like my bars got debt collectors knockin' with force. But I ain't broke — imma vault with no code, Buried value in verses they can't decode. Boom Boom ain't profit — I'm prophecy in flesh, Every rhyme a receipt for what this world suppressed. They wanna cash in on pain? I invoice in blood. Stamped: survivor. My worth? Too heavy to flood. [Female Rap - chant, defiant, group] We don't die for the market. We live past the price. Every scar is a share that we'll never trade twice. [Spoken Word - Female, slow, emotional, intimate] They count us out… Then count up streams. But I don't rap for algorithms. I rap for the ones they priced in grief. For the names on flyers that nobody framed. For the mothers who whisper their children like prayers. For Kensington — Where we bury our own and still find the breath to sing. Boom Boom.