Solitair - Easy to Slip lyrics

(Talking) Solitair, you know? Nine eleven, S to the H to the A to the G y'all This one's goin' out to all my peoples, you know what I'm sayin'? One foot is in the street and one foot in the grave, you know what I'm sayin'? We all know how easy it is to slip into that street life Got no food on the table, nothin' to eat, this one's for y'all (Verse 1) I had a cousin named Derek, he hussled on the block That n***a was a thug, I was not 14 years old, I watched him, he was the man that I wanted to be And he was barely 16 He always had the shoes that I wanted to rock And his moms didn't even know about the things he got Gold chains, Nike Air Jordans, chicks on his jock And it all seemed to come from bein' on the block, but (Chorus) It's so easy to slip We sing a song of mercy for n***as that's caught in the struggle It's so easy to faaallll Cause the Devil's always tryin' to draw the kids into trouble It's so easy to slip We move like the sun over the ocean to see things clearer It's so easy to faaallll Feel like the only one checkin for you is the man in the mirror (Verse 2) I remember, he took me to the mall on a shopping spree And bought the things my mom couldn't cop for me He had my back till his last days, and now he's a ghost That n***a taught me well, how the streets was hell And a hussla's just a n***a that's tryin to make bail A lot of dead n***as, even more in jail Some even got a wife and a story to tell How young blacks survive while living in hell, but (Chorus) It's so easy to slip We got your back It's so easy to faaallll Y'all n***as ain't alone man (Verse 3) Drugs was apart of his life since he was born His pops came home drunk and pissed on the lawn And beat up his mom, and 'D' couldn't take it His pops kicked him out of the house bu*t naked He turned to his peeps, then turned to the streets And turned his back on his screen filled sleeps His pops pa**ed away, but he never shed a tear Like a self afiliated proficy, made himself clear I grew watching him, we kicked it now and then Sometimes I sit in wonder how life woulda been If I had hussled with him, would I be dead too? Was a bullet through the chest worth the sh** he went through? f**, I ain't a hussla, my cousin packed a gun And his memories the reason I will never pack one n***as, stay alive, and to your peeps be true Or the next rhyme in right might be about you, cause (Chorus)-x2 It's so easy to slip, it's so easy to faaallll (fades out)