Slippin'

Ha ha ha ha ha ha uhh
See to live is to suffer but to survive
Well that’s to find meaning in the suffering.

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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 shit up!
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I been through mad different phases like masons
To find my way & now I know that happy days are not far away
If I’m strong enough I’ll live long enough to see my kids
Doing something more constructive with they time
Than bids I know because I been there
Now I’m in there sit back & look
At what it took for me to get there
First came the ’howll!!’ the drama with my mama
She got on some fly shit ’what!’ til I split
And said that i’ma 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’ ’uhh!’ when I caught a buzz
For thinking about how short I was
Going too fast it wouldn’t last but yo I couldn’t tell
Group homes & 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 7 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 ’what!!’ about much but my dog
That’s my only ’howll!’ I had offered my last
Just another little ’come on!!’ headed nowhere fast

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That ain’t the half ’arf!’ get’s worse as I get older
Actions become bolder heart got colder
Chip on my shoulder that I dared a ’uhh!’ to touch
Didn’t need a click cause I scared a ’uh huh’ that much
One deep went to [edited] for kicks
Catchin’ vicks throwin’ bricks gettin by bein’ slick
Used to get high to get by used to have to ’howl!!’
In the morning before I get fly
I ate something a couple of forties made me hate somethin’
I did some ’arf’ now I’m ready to take something
3 years later showing signs of stress
Didn’t keep my hair cut or give a ’come on!’ how I dressed
I’m possessed by the darker side livin’ the cruddy life
’what!’ like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
Wanna make records but I’m ’wheeew’d!’ up
I’m slippin’ I’m fallin’ I can’t get up

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Wasn’t long before I hit rock bottom
’howll!’ was like damn look how that ’how that’ got him
Open like a window no more indo look at a video
Sayin’ to myself that could’ve been yo [edited] on the tv
Believe me it could be done somethin’s got to give
It’s got to change cause I’ve got a son
I’ve got 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 ’what!’ jump back on my ’uhh uh huh!’ again
Nothin’ but love for those that know how it feel
& much respect to all my ’come on!!’ that kept it real
Be strong kept a [edited] from doin’ wrong
’uhh’ who they is and this is yo ’what uhh!’ song
And to my boo who stuck with a ’arf!’ through
All the bullshit you’ll get yours because it’s due

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Can’t get up...i gots to get up
This is from the heart baby, don’t get it twisted
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