Zaria The Artistt - Cause & Effect. Lyrics

They call me Cause and Yes I did it
I ain't afraid to admit it
That in my youth I wrapped the noose around my neck with intention
Of getting rid of the shame, figured all would forget my name
I never claimed that I would change the way the chains had us killing
Our legacy, our destiny, the ones who we leave behind
It's no surprise that in my eyes consequences did not decide
Though it's not that I didn't care
My life was the product of warfare
Expecting me to apologize for death just isn't fair

Fair to who, Fair to you
I'm the effect of your decisions
Left me stranded on this earth without armor to fight your demons
And they come without a case, cause in my voice they hear your face
You see that debt you never paid, is the torment that gets replayed inside my brain
Your footsteps I marked them with bloody knuckles
For all the time I searched to find the truth inside the muffled
My name's effect, and all the blame I do direct
To the one who could've given me a life worthy of next

It's not that easy just to give you the thing that I never had
Where did you think I would pull it from, right from out my
Was moving fast, tryna separate from the past
All the way I ever knew buried deep inside the glass
They would test how my body could take
Was 12 years old taking rape like a cape
Not to mention the tension of running late out on the street
Cause my mama's three jobs couldn't buy us food to eat
So you think your pain is elite
Could show you scars that stuck like tar and sunk me so far deep
That my breath was reflective of what was handed
Thought it better to leave you stranded
I'm branded with what's unsaid
Now left to lay in the bed of defeat

And so I reap repercussions of all your curses
Dragging around your armies of skeletons and they hearses
The curtain left unexplained brought abandonment, guilt and shame
Attached deeply into my name, and the way that I process pain
If you was round then maybe you could've stopped
The way the pistol in they mouth was always loaded and cocked
The way they placed me on the bed thinking of you as we rocked
The way the blood created stains inside the sheets that I washed
Over and over
If you tried then maybe I wouldn't have had
The misconception of attention or affection as that of meaning more
How I pour all of the bottle and pray that it starts to throttle the essence you left behind
Your pain is nothing to mine