(Intro — low, breathy)
Cold chain, cold rain, whole block talkin' in whispers —
Slippin' season on my palms.
(Verse 1 — clipped, rhythmic)
Night slick on the pavement, soles find no purchase,
Every promise got grease — every handshake got surface.
Mama prayin' on the couch, candle drippin' slow,
I hear the preacher in my head sayin', "Boy, don't go."
But the streets got a tongue, it tastes like nickels and rust,
Friends turn to shadows, corrode from the trust.
I keep a picture in my pocket, bent like an omen,
Tryna fold my past neat but the ink keeps flowin'.
The ground pull like a magnet for the mistakes I made,
Slip on a memory and the debt gotta be paid.
I swim in excuses — they float like dead leaves,
Kiss on the cheek from the night, the coldness believes.
(Hook — chant, melodic grit)
Slippin' — I'm slippin' through the seams,
Holdin' on to rusted dreams.
Slippin' — this season ain't a friend,
Come up for air, but it pulls me again.
(Verse 2 — faster, urgent)
License back in the dash, but the road steady yawning,
Headlights glare like lies, bright in the morning.
Got a weight in my chest that ain't diesel or chrome,
It's the feeling of bedrock leavin' you for the unknown.
Cops on the corner, angels on the wire,
Both got the same hush when the night gets tired.
I lost a brother to silence, a table to the crumbs,
He said, "Watch your step," then he slid — now he's numb.
I count the bruises like scripture, tally the nights,
Pray to a god who works in short, flicker lights.
Every step a compromise, every breath a test,
Slidin' on faith like it's oil on my chest.
(Hook — heavier, layered)
Slippin' — I'm slippin' through the seams,
Holdin' on to rusted dreams.
Slippin' — this season ain't a friend,
Come up for air, but it pulls me again.
(Bridge — spoken/sung, haunted)
Hands water-cold, the line snap slow,
You can feel your name drown before you know.
Faces in the rearview smile crooked and thin,
They been cut from the same cloth where the sin begins.
I stitched up a promise with the thread of a lie,
Now the seam's undone and the dark's gettin' by.
If survival's a cliff, I'm holdin' with one nail —
Prayin' the wind's bluff don't finish the tale.
(Verse 3 — weary, resolute)
I got chalk on my knuckles from the climbin' I fake,
Streetlight baptize me every time I awake.
Slippin' ain't a moment — it's a calendar page,
Seasoned like regret, aged in the cage.
But I kept a little ledger of the hands that stayed,
Names scratched on a coin that I rub when I pray.
If the floor gives, I'll fall with a prayer on my lips,
If the tide takes, I'll learn how to grip.
'Cause slippin' is grammar — a lesson in bruise,
And if the world teaches hard, I'm here to choose.
(Outro — quiet, repeating like a mantra)
Slippin' — slippin' through the seams,
Rusted fingers clutchin' dreams.
Slippin' — but I ain't gone yet,
Season's long, but I ain't finished yet.
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See you when I see you
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