Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Look Thru My Eyes , by - DMX. Release date: 30.04.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Look Thru My Eyes |
| Judge not, less you be judged first |
| Die nigga, die nigga |
| Look thru my eyes, see what, see what I see |
| Do as I do, be what I be Walk in my shoes, hurt your feet |
| Then know why I do dirt in the street |
| Burnin in hell, but don’t deserve to be Got niggas I don’t even know that wanna murder me Just because they’ve heard of me And they know that the Dark is for real |
| The bark is for real, when you see that spark it’ll kill |
| Be poppin, robbin and chill, take it over there bark wit’it |
| From Ohio to Cali to Baltimore back to New York wit’it |
| Come through flyin', a 129 |
| Up the school street cuz I come through mine |
| Barking my dogs, get at me nigga |
| Arf arf arf, get at me nigga |
| What the deal is, never forget what real is Them cats that used to say X is the best know he still is Can’t help but feel this, putting goosebumps on your arms |
| Take you there if you want but I lose chunks with the bomb |
| Then come for the star |
| Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and it’s getting warm |
| Feel me yo |
| — repeat 2X |
| I can understand why y’all niggas is scared of me And why the big dogs never wanted to play fair with me Cuz I leave blood wherever I go, wherever I flow |
| Wherever I blow niggas who know I can go, feel me yo What is it about the Dark that gets niggas where they about to spark |
| About to bark, take it to the heart cuz it’s real like that |
| Give him chills, but do I make him feel like that |
| Shit is real, what you don’t know is gon’getcha |
| With the steal, what you don’t know is gon’splitcha |
| I can blaze tracks, make niggas play raps and raise stacks |
| Payback’s a bitch, didn’t you used to say that? |
| Play around in dirt, you get mud |
| Cause you know, I can either spread love or shed blood |
| And bloodshed turns the mud red and real sticky |
| Or I can hit you from roof, make it a quicky |
| For real |
| I bear my soul, niggas wouldn’t dare, my role |
| Gives a nigga a heart of gold but with a hole |
| Lost all control, my shoulders hold a lot of weight |
| Just like first I’m sold an eight, then told it’s not an eight |
| But then it’s out of state, and it’s too late for changes to be made |
| That’s what I get for fucking with strangers in the shade |
| This is it, that nigga’s got to give me a place |
| For the same reason that fate, chose to give me away |
| Take away hate, now I’m supposed to love the one that cursed me The one that wouldn’t give me a cup of water when I was thirsty |
| It was always his versus me, but now I gotta teach him |
| Personal feelings put aside, cuz now I gotta reach him |
| What I’d like to do is turn my head, like I don’t know him |
| But it seems like I’ve been called on to show him |
| So I’ma show him |
| And if you never met me, then you’ve no right to judge me |
| I’ve got a good heart but this heart can get ugly |
| — repeat 2X |
| Feel the pain, feel the joy, of a man who was never a boy |
| For real |
| Arf arf, arf arf arf |