LOAD-BEARING GHOST

[Verse 1]
He got the keys back, Tuesday, late August, air like a wet towel.
The hum from the circuit breaker louder than the MARTA south-bound.
Stands in the empty living room with a foreman's logic,
traces the crack that spiders from the doorframe, a map of hollow pockets.
This is the win, the whole damn thing, the deed pulled from the county file.
Paid in full, no lien, no loan, just silence by the mile.
The jet-wash from a Delta flight rattles the window pane,
a structural fatigue he feels bone-deep inside the family name.

[Chorus]
Same four walls, same hairline split.
Same last name on the foreclosure kit.
It's his now, the foundation and the cost.
Holding it up, a load-bearing ghost.

[Verse 2]
His grandma told the notary, "That ground ain't right, it's got a memory."
He smells the wet drywall, the settled dust, the cheap epoxy.
The floorboard's warped where the old fridge sat for thirty-seven years,
a physical impression of a life built out of sweat and fears.
Sees the spalling on the porch-step, a familiar kind of decay,
like he's seen the blueprints for this failure just the other day.
It ain't a curse, it's just physics, a tensile strength that's shot.
Inherited the property and the inevitable rot.

[Bridge]
He bought the plot.
He signed the line.
He's holding up a fault he thought wasn't his to find.

[Outro]
(beat cuts for 4 seconds of silence)
(acoustic loop and distorted 808 return)
Through the glass, the kudzu vine is crawling up the post.
Just doing what it's always done. Almost.