SOLD AS-IS

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Intro

Fluorescent buzz, half-lit seal on the wall Paper cup coffee and the speaker too small Bidder cards up, gray carpet, gray law They sell it so calm you could miss it at all

Verse 1

Clerk got the roll in a courthouse drone Name tags curl where the sweat hit foam Stale roast, lemon wipe, copier heat Old block names die strange under government teeth He trims the vowels off the avenue signs Says the lane like a tourist reading tax lines Paddles on laps like report cards hid Everybody got a number, nobody got kids Map on the easel got thumbtack scars Red circles bloom where the late fees are Mic pop, gavel tap, throat gets cleared Whole room sound like a lock being sheared

Pre-chorus

Lot by lot, lot by lot Hand go up when the room goes numb Say it once, say it wrong Still the bid come clean from the tongue

Chorus

Sold as-is, sold as-is Say the block wrong, still bought the strip Sold as-is, sold as-is Gavel say clean while the room smells split As-is, as-is Never knew the stoop, still know the bid Sold as-is Whole side of town in a numbered slip

Verse 2

Man in a blazer say upside case Woman in pearls say underused space I hear the terms and I see front steps Blue awning bakery and busted handrails left They know cap rate, lien date, square-foot spread Nobody know who played double dutch by the shed Nobody know which store kept tabs on snow days Which auntie ran soup out the back two trays They price the shell and forget the weather Forget that one block held itself together Every opportunity lands light on their lips Like they not saying windows, cousins, rent, and scripts

Pre-chorus

Lot by lot, lot by lot Hand go up when the room goes numb Name it wrong, stamp it sold Same flat voice, same polished tongue

Chorus

Verse 3

Corner deli becomes mixed-use phase Three doors west is a value raise Church lot next gets assembly play Pawn shop strip gets repositioned all day A barber chair turns to an asset class A mural becomes facade they can sandblast Somebody laughs when a vacancy note gets read Like absence itself got a multiple spread Auctioneer cadence chopped into time Half chant, half metronome, half deadline Gavel on the one, mic squeal on the four It starts sounding catchy, and that part is the war

Bridge

Room go thin when the next parcel lands Same legal block from my grandmother's hands The folder says acreage, drainage, curb I hear bus brakes, penny candy, her verbs

Verse 4

Tax map number where I learned to read Fence line bent where my cousin would lean Side yard dirt where the summer hose ran Storefront glass where my uncle fixed fans They call the cross street wrong and I freeze Like maybe that's the trick, break it, then seize Bid jumps quick, no pause, no sweat My own old corner reduced to a debt I keep my paddle down, thumb in my fist Mic ask for increments, room don't flinch

Verse 5

Sale goes through and the papers slide Chairs scrape back like nothing had died I leave past the seal and the vending glow Past county brick and the idling tow Outside air got rain in the dust Sirens far off, buses hiss, brakes rust Now I know what the room was built to do Make place sound blank till the blank feels true Not loud, not masked, not even slick Just fluorescent theft done line by line, quick

Chorus

Outro

No applause, just the exit hiss Sold as-is

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