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Seven Receipts

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Intro

[No humming, clear articulation] Receipt-printer chirp, rain hitting the awning. Mailbox key taps twice; nobody claps for restraint. Seven names on the dash, I keep driving anyway.

Verse 1

Carol City heat laying flat on the screen door, Lauderhill bus bench sweating through my work shirt. Opa-Locka clouds stack low by the corner store, Liberty City auntie counts change for church first. Humility fixes brakes in slides; kindness holds ice, Patience rides I-95 with the blinkers broke. Charity bags rice; chastity guards the night, Temperance saves breath; diligence sweeps 62nd.

Pre-chorus

One for the pride I swallowed, one for the hand I gave, One for the red-light patience on the Turnpike late.

Chorus

Seven receipts for the way I stay whole, Mama said, "Soft don't mean slow." Kind when the line long, calm when the rent due, Seven little lights in a room with no window. Rain on the awning, key in the door, I don't let the heat pick my soul anymore.

Verse 2

Rent letter folded under the cracked phone glass, Court date circled, blue ink bleeding from the rain. Job site in Davie said wait by the back, Hollywood callback died before it said my name. Humility gets heavy when the boss says "boy," Kindness costs gas when your tank on coins. Charity is groceries while patience eats my last five, Chastity leaves midnight unread; temperance skips smoke; diligence clocks in.

Pre-chorus

Seven quiet choices, none of them look rich, But they keep my name clean when the paperwork hits.

Chorus

Seven receipts for the way I stay whole, Mama said, "Soft don't mean slow." Kind when the line long, calm when the rent due, Seven little lights in a room with no window. Rain on the awning, key in the door, Court date Monday but I still hold the door.

Verse 3

[Beat drops down, drums half-muted] I saw pride in the freezer glass by the plantains, Saw greed in my thumb hovering over "send." Saw anger make my jaw tight on 441, Saw lust dressed up clean like "just one friend." Mirror said, "Be honest before you ask for peace," So I washed the cup, fed the dog, folded niece's sheet. At 1:17 a.m., Overtown rain went thin, And I heard my own voice ask who I practiced being.

Verse 4

[Drums return harder, sharper flow] Pride pulled up loud on the Palmetto ramp, Cruelty kept laughing at a man with a flat. Hurry honked hard behind a grandmother's cane, Greed priced water higher when the storm cone came. Lust called love with a locked-screen grin, Excess poured sweet when the check came thin. Sloth wore my hoodie and slept through dawn, From Miramar light to 79th in rain, I choose clean again.

Pre-chorus

No choir in the alley, just brakes and rain, Seven little laws written under my name.

Chorus

Seven receipts for the way I stay whole, Mama said, "Soft don't mean slow." Kind when the line long, calm when the rent due, Seven little lights in a room with no window. All of 305 and 954 breathing through my low tone. From 305 to 954, I still hold the door.

Verse 5

Told my little cousin at the Pembroke Pines sink, "Count your own hands before you judge anybody's plate." Keep a mailbox key, keep a copy of rent, Call grandma back when the day runs late. Humility kneels, kindness leaves room, Patience cools traffic on 27th Avenue. Charity shares bread; chastity guards your yes, Temperance cuts noise; diligence beats the sun up.

Outro

Receipt chirp, key tap, rain stops sudden. Seven receipts on the dash, no speech after.

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01 / The opening
Receipt-printer chirp, rain hitting the awning. Mailbox key taps twice; nobody claps for restraint.
02 / A returning thought
One for the pride I swallowed, one for the hand I gave, One for the red-light patience on the Turnpike late.
03 / The last image
Receipt chirp, key tap, rain stops sudden. Seven receipts on the dash, no speech after.

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