Fuck jay 22

[INTRO]

Realizing it’s better I move slow, not fast
I done seen how quick a good thing crash
I ain’t tryna be a phase, I’m built to last
Came from nights where love don’t even last

Yeah it’s easy planting flowers where it’s green
But I grew up where it’s cracks and broken dreams



[HOOK]

Empty plates and rainy days
(empty plates… rainy days…)
mama still made a way (she fucken made a way)
grew up where hope don’t stay
it just shows up then fade away
every lesson came the hardest way
but we still here today


[VERSE 1]

My tannie stretch a pot to feed like seven souls
these verses sound like prayers stitched in broken homes
Life can be a poes and make you klop jou nai like dominoes
Heard my mother pray so much the walls knew every Bible quote
My notebook full of scars, I turn pain into scripture though
That’s why I rap heavy — every line got heaven goals

Empty plates and rainy days
mama still made a way
Even with my back against the wall I’m still on ten toes
now every song sound like Sunday praise
tryna lift the whole hood hope heaven know my name


[VERSE 2]

I seen pressure turn homes to survival mode
same stove, same smoke, same tired soul
ten toes in the mud, I don’t shift for show
you adapt or you fold, that’s the only code

I move with intent, I don’t talk, I go
I’ve been through pressure that shrinks what most can’t hold
my lungs built different, they don’t fold in the smoke
I took in heavy days that most couldn’t breathe (uh)

chest like a vault
I inhale what you fear
spill, never wilt
what I carry inside would crack most souls


On the Flats we learnt quick
image talk loud when you broke,
Clean shoes hide dirty
stories but struggle always show
They laugh at the hands that
work but praise the ones that pose,
Where pain get turned to content while real life barely grows.

[BRIDGE]

I don’t do this talking for no reason
I seen love die over small treason
So if I’m here, better know I mean it
I don’t play with hearts, I keep it decent


[FINAL HOOK]

Empty plates and rainy days (rainy days!)
mama still made a way (made a way!)
grew up where hope don’t stay (nah)
it just shows up then fade away (fade away)
every lesson came the hardest way (hard way)
but we still here today (still here!)

Streetwise Cape Flats storyteller from Mitchell’s Plain, raw emotional rapper, reflects poverty vs image culture,