We Don't Leave Our Own — DmitriiK

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Bus brake sighs at the corner store
Rain on the flyers by the laundromat door
You count the small bills, I watch the street
Old man waves from his folding-seat
Mama left soup in a dented tin
Said, “Keep your word when the odds wear thin”
We learned to make a little last all week
And never call a hard day defeat

Hold on, hold on, we’re still standing here
Through the long cold miles and the end-of-month fear
If the road gets rough, let the whole block know
We don’t leave our own when the hard winds blow

Niko got a night shift, hands smell like steel
Tasha takes the early bus, saving for wheels
I saw a kid trade his chain for a coat
Then walk it three blocks to a neighbor’s stoop
No grand speech, just a key in the lock
A warm plate waiting, a seat by the clock
You can keep your promise when no one can see
That’s the kind of wealth that still belongs to me

Hold on, hold on, we’re still standing here
Through the long cold miles and the end-of-month fear
If the road gets rough, let the whole block know
We don’t leave our own when the hard winds blow

When the morning bus pulls out slow
We’re still here, and we still know