Ziya Shaphat on Clubhouse

Bio

I carry that kind of love in my heart that you will never find
seen n+ggas scared of they demons, i make friends with mines
i might have bent the truth but i never lied
i need something to feel alive when i’m dead inside
all my personal issues, i’m learning to set aside
’cause i planted the seed and n+ggas came with pesticides
give y’all my testimony but never would testify
will buy lunch for the reaper to see who next to d+
b+tch i’ve been cold since a snotty nose
since i was drinkin’ tap water out the water hose
since i was stealin’ sh+t from trey ’cause mom ain’t buy me clothes
since i was robbin’ people houses and got honor roll
sh+t i was 9 when i made the decision i’m a go platinum like fubu
that’s when i learned the same ones who love you will try to use you
everybody tryin’ to win so n0body cry when they lose you
we had nothin’ in the crib we could eat but some ramen noodles
every dog got his day, you better mark your calendar
everybody get a shot but i’m a different caliber
and roaches crawlin’ while you sleep, i make you pick the pallet up
see i was cryin’ out for help but wasn’t screamin’ loud enough
so it was quiet from my fake brothers, only 8 of us
we turned to the section 8 brothers
and we so tired, we squeeze through and they take cover
arnold with the fist if they play buster
the buildings gon’ take structure, can’t let ’em fake love us cause sh+t, that’s all on me
that’s a domino effect ’cause they gon’ fall on me
and if they phone off, i promise they could call on me
the pain i’ve been dealin’ with just built a wall on me
yeah, too many questions, i just wanna ask my daddy
like why you f+ck with my mama and bring me into this family?
ain’t expected to have me, address it, like, “send the addy”
16, you 32, if you ask me, that sh+t is nasty
look, we used to pray for all them hundred dollar sneaks
standin’ by the stove just to get some heat
we was rockin’ dirty clothes, i had stains on my tee
that sh+t stained on my mind ’cause my bed smell like pee
look, buck used to have them fiends runnin’ in and out
my mama couldn’t pay them bills, we couldn’t keep her house a lot of sh+t we didn’t have, that’s why we went without
while steven tried to touch my sister, then he hit the couch
d+mn, them buena vista days, i really miss them days
half of ’em in a cage, other half in a grave
we grew but we didn’t age, torn from a different page
from a house that we didn’t sage, black people don’t need sage
i used to live in color, as of lately, i just live i