Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slippin' Away, artist - Brother Ali. Album song Us, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Slippin' Away |
I arrived in Minnesota with handcuff bruises |
Summer ninety deuce, prepared to cut loose shit |
Mom wasn’t havin that, fuck bein cool |
With no discussion, stuck me in a suburb school |
Now day and night I’m on a bus full of fools |
Who parents didn’t want us ended up in the news |
You must be crazy, you think any of us appreciate it |
How our parents wanna upgrade us |
All day long we’re in a fantasy land |
Moms and dads, college plans and minivans |
But when the sun set, you fled the success |
To the slum where you rest, nothin more, nothin less |
School they fantasize about gangsta rap records |
But these are our lives, our families are connected |
The Ice Cube summer vacation is takin place |
Right around the way from where I stay |
The mold from the gold and the 'rips from L. A |
Brought, snow to the cold for a new place to play |
There’s a war goin on outside, you ain’t safe from |
See if this education might save 'em |
I’ve known you your whole life |
You drawn to that street life |
Slippin away, slippin away |
Slippin away, slippin away |
And so our little city bus crew used to run together |
Eat lunch together, girls Double Dutch together |
Fellas humbuggin, next day be friends |
The only thing we never did was date from within |
Fellas dated white girls, sisters stayed lonely |
Used to kiss me on my cheek and say we were homies |
Alphonso basement, we ran the party |
One day on the bus, Pumpkin stabs Akey |
Shit, my main man was Ethan |
Used to sell sneakers at a store called Friedman’s |
He had two older cousins that were hustlers |
Filas wasn’t all he pumpin to the customers |
He got a check but he got connects |
So he got some chicks and he got respect |
His boy Ali got hooked up with clothes |
One day slap boxin, he broke my nose |
He almost cried man, he had a good heart |
The brother’s only problem was he wasn’t book smart |
He dropped out of school but he kept slangin shoes |
To keep the kids fed, he had to sell base too |
Time to time I used to stop in and check on my dude |
Even when we lost touch with the rest of our crew |
We both had babies, drama with our old ladies |
But as time went on, our connection only grew |
He said «I just can’t seem to leave these streets alone man |
Feels like I fell asleep one evening |
And woke up the next day suddenly a grown man |
In a rut with no idea how to leave it |
My parents got too many kids to help me through |
I really don’t know what the hell else to do |
I know you gonna really get it crackin with that rap thing |
And when you blow up, I’m a come and work for you» |
Ha, that’s my man, I see you when I see you brother |
Keep your head up 'til the next time we see each other |
Rolled out on my first national tour |
Back on the block, went back to the store |
Put my hand on the door, Ethan wasn’t in though |
They said somebody shot 'em through his front window |
Hit 'em in the head and that he hadn’t survived |
Matter fact he died 'fore the ambulance arrived |
A man in that life, it wasn’t no mistake |
The cops called it a stray bullet, closed the case |
So there’s no justice and there’s no closure |
You can’t touch this, not you, no sir |
They buried my brother, I was on the road |
By the time I got home, the ground was cold |
Got nothin left but a hole in my soul |
Shit, dude was 23 years old |
Slippin away, slippin away — 3X |