Correction Lyrics Slippin’ (Demo Version/Funkdafied Beat) by DMX

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Yeah
Some ol'... Out the muthaf**kin closet type sh*t
Knawimsayin'
Some crazy real... Down to earth type sh*t
Real n***as know what im talking about
Knawimsayin'
Peep it...

I've been through mad different phases like mazes just to find my way
And now I know that happy days is not far away
If I'm strong enough, I'll live long enough to see my kids
Doing something more constructive with their time than f**kin' bids
I know because I been there, now that I'm in there
I can sit back and look at what it took for me to get there
First came the bullsh*t, the drama with my mama
She got on some fly sh*t, so I split and said that I'ma
Be that seed that doesn't need much to succeed
Strapped with mad greed and a hеart that doesn't bleed
I'm ready for the world or at lеast I thought I was
Bagging n***as when I caught a buzz
For thinking about how short I was
Goin' too fast, it wouldn't last, but yo I couldn't tell
Group homes and inst**utions prepared my a** for jail
They put me in a situation forcing me to be a man
When I was just learning to stand without a helping hand
Damn, was it my fault, something I did
To make a father leave his first kid at seven doin' my first bid?
Back on the scene at fourteen with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be livin' high off the hog
And I never gave a f**k about much but my dog
That's my only mothaf**ka I hit off with my last
Just another lil n***a headed nowhere fast
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear sh*t up

That ain't the half, sh*t gets worse as I get older
Actions become bolder, my heart got colder
Chip on my shoulder that I dared a n***a to touch
I Didn't need a clique 'cause I scared a n***a that much
One deep with the pit startin' sh*t for kicks
Catchin' vics, throwin' bricks, gettin' by bein' slick
I Used to get high, just to get by
I Used to have to get my philly in the morning before I could fly
Ate somethin', a couple of forties made me hate somethin'
After a coolie i was ready to take somethin'
Three years later showin' signs of stress
Didn't keep my hair cut or give a f**k how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side, livin' the cruddy life
Sh*t like this kept a n***a with a bloody knife
Wanna make records but I'm f**kin' it up
I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up

Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear sh*t up

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