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Slippin Lyrics Dmx


Dmx - Slippin Songtext

See, to live is to suffer
But to survive, well
That's to find meaning in the suffering

CHORUS: (2x)
Ay yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin'
I can't get up
Ay yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin'
I can't get up
Ay yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin'
I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet
So I can tear shhh up

I been through mad different phases like Masons
To find my way, and now I know
That happy days are not far away
If I'm strong enough
I'll live long enough to see
My kids doin' somethin' more constructive
With they time, than bids
I know it 'cause I been there
Now I'm in there, sit back and look
At what it took for me to get there
First came the (bullshit), the drama with my mama
She got on some fly (shit), so I split
And said that I'm a be that seed
That doesn't need much to succeed
Strapped with mad greed
And a heart that doesn't bleed
I'm ready for the world, or at least I thought I was
Baggin' (niggaz) when I caught a buzz
For thinkin' about how short I was
Goin' too fast, it wouldn't last
But yo, I couldn't tell
Group homes and institutions prepare my (ass) for jail
They put me in a situation forcin' me to be a man
When I was just learnin' to stand without a helpin' hand
Damn! Was it my fault, somethin' I did?
To make a father leave his first kid?
At seven doin' my first bid?
Back on the scene at 14 with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be living high off the hog
And I never gave a (fuck) about much
But my dog, that's the only (mothafucker)
I had offered my last
Just another little (nigga) headed nowhere fast

-CHORUS- (2x)

That ain't the half, (shit) gets worse as I get older
Actions become bolder, heart got colder
Chip on my shoulder that I dared a (nigga) to touch
Didn't need a clique
Cause I scared a (nigga) that much
One deep with a (bitch), startin' (shit) for kicks
Catchin' vicks, throwin' bricks, gettin' by bein' slick
Used to get high, just to get by
Used to have to (puff my L) in the morning
Before I got fly, I ate somethin'
Couple of forties made me hate somethin'
After some (shit) now I'm ready to take something
Three years later showing signs of stress
Didn't keep my hair cut
Or give a (fuck) how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side
Livin' the cruddy life
(Shit) like this kept a (nigga) with a bloody knife
Wanna make records but I'm (fuckin' it) up
I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up

-CHORUS- (2x)

Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom
(Niggaz) was like: "Damn, look how that (shit) got him!"
Open like a window, no more Indo
Look at a video, sayin' to myself:
"That could've been yo (ass) on the TV!"
Believe me, it could be done, somethin' gots to give
Gots to change cause now I got a son
I gots to do the right thing for shorty
And that means: No more getting high, drinking forties
So I get back, lookin' type slick again
Fake (niggaz) jump back on my (dick) again
Nothin' but love for those that know how it feel
And much respect to all my (niggaz) that kept it real
Be strong, kept a (nigga) from doin' wrong
(Niggaz) who they is and this is your (fuckin') song
And to my boo who stuck with a (nigga) through
All the bull(shit) you'll get yours because it's due

-CHORUS- (2x)

I can't get up
I gots to get up
This is from the heart, baby
Don't get it twisted, uh
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