Slip and Slide

Man these younglings out here wilding You slipping or you sliding And ain't nobody talking cause there's honor in the silence Man I'm tired of the cold can you take me to the islands Put the spot light on me you going see my God shinning I Seen plenty mommas crying Woke up to some sirens Thought her son was innocent whole time he was lying Trapping as a minor Started as a niner Older heads gwopping and they dripping in designer And that all he ever wanted Came up from the bottom Seen his momma problems so he tried to help her solve it Momma thought he got a new job at the store Little Did she know he was working with the snow woah But that shovel he was digging with was digging deeper to his grave What a shame, another lost potential that we couldn't save So I pray to God that he makes a way for everybody listening You can make a difference live up to our Gods will Don't die from the ignorance The Streets is a myth Don't die where you live Cause You get what you give Ya you get what you give Man these younglings out here wilding You slipping or you sliding And ain't nobody talking cause there's honor in the silence Man I'm tired of the cold can you take me to the islands Put the spot light on me you going see my God shinning Man these younglings out here wilding You slipping or you sliding And ain't nobody talking cause there's honor in the silence Man I'm tired of the cold can you take me to the islands Put the spot light on me you going see my God shinning Man these younglings out here wilding You slipping or you sliding And ain't nobody talking cause there's honor in the silence Man I'm tired of the cold can you take me to the islands Put the spot light on me you going see my God shinning