The block keeps counting losses

Violence Don’t Pay Interest [Intro] My grandfather used to say… “The quickest way to lose something… …is to convince yourself you own it.” Been thinking about that ever since. ⸻ [Lesson One] Corner store buzzing as the daylight fades, Kids ride bikes where memorials are sprayed. Mama calls names from a screen door frame, While tomorrow’s headline don’t know her name. Somebody says respect comes from fear. Somebody else says that’s all we got here. But I’ve watched years pass on the very same street… Still waiting on all that promised prosperity. ⸻ [Reflection] If violence paid wages… Why are the bills still overdue? ⸻ [Hook] If blood was money… Every cemetery would own the skyline. If pain made profit… Every broken family would be living just fine. The bullets never learned economics… They spend everything… And build nothing. Tell me… Who’s collecting? ⸻ [Lesson Two] Lawyers stay busy. Doctors stay busy. Funeral homes never close early. Another candle. Another T-shirt. Another little league jersey with nobody wearing it. The block keeps counting losses… Like they’re numbers on a scoreboard. Nobody asks… What would’ve happened… If everybody walked away. ⸻ [Bridge] Funny thing about revenge… Everybody says they’re settling a score. But somehow… The neighborhood always ends up paying the balance. ⸻ [Final Hook] If fear made kingdoms… Peace would’ve never survived. If anger grew gardens… We’d all be eating tonight. The bullets never learned economics… They spend everything… And build nothing. So tell me… Who’s getting rich? ⸻ Final Thought “The mirror don’t judge us… It just shows us what followed us home.”