FUTURE RENT

Name: FUTURE RENT
Duration: 300 s
Description: FUTURE RENT by mBaileyz. He stopped counting money where the room could see it. Now every dollar goes to a room in the house that nobody lives in yet.

thought-rap about paying for a life not born yet

He stopped counting money where the room could see it. Now every dollar goes to a room in the house that nobody lives in yet.

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Intro

I used to count it where the room could see. Now I count it quiet at the kitchen sink. Funny how a dollar changes who it belongs to before it ever leaves your hand.

Verse 1

Blue pharmacy bag on the passenger floor, receipt curled up like it wants one charge more. I know what the card got, down to the cent, half for this Friday, half for future rent. Used to let the parking lot hear what I earned, chrome caught sun each time the wheel turned. Now the old car knocks, and I let it complain; four tires can wait when hope got a date. No crib in the corner, no name on the wall, just a clinic extension saved under "Call." One number from the lab can flatten my chest, so I read it twice, then say less. My friends see me home and think I lost my nerve. I am chasing somebody they cannot observe. That is a different kind of rich to defend: going broke for a life that has not begun yet.

Pre-chorus

No birthday, no face, no voice in the hall, but your share of my check gets paid before all. I do not know when. I do not know how. I only know your money has a name now.

Chorus

I am paying future rent, on a room in my chest with no tenant yet. Used to make the money show, now I make the money stretch. Each dollar wears your name; I just do not know your face. I am paying future rent, for a cry I never heard and a hand I never held. If the door takes ten more tries, I will knock with what is left, paying rent on a future that has not happened yet.

Verse 2

They ask when we want kids; I laugh and change lanes. How you make small talk out of blood work and names? There is a midnight alarm for the shot in her side. I hold the ice steady; she tells me, "I am fine." She takes the needle; I take silence to work. Both doing a job, both hiding the hurt. I pass on the dinner, say my budget got tight; they do not know that plate became a lab fee overnight. The loudest debt I knew came knocking at the door. This one sends an email, then asks for a little more. No crew knows the balance. No neighbor knows the plan. I learned a quiet bill can put weight on a man. Some nights I want the old math: mine means mine. Then she puts my open hand where hope might arrive. I count one, two, breathe, press the plunger in, and spend another dollar on the chance to call you kin.

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Bridge

If you get here, do not inherit this receipt. You will not owe us for the nights that brought your heart within reach. Future rent is not a payment we will ask you to return; it is the heat we kept running before your first winter. So the first thing in your name will not be some balance due. It will be a bed, a door, a key that turns for you. All this counting was my way of making one thing true: we spent a fortune loving you before the world could count you.

Chorus

Outro

The kitchen goes quiet. I count it again. Not what I gave up. What I put ahead. Your room is due whenever you arrive. I will keep the roof on the dream till then.

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