Blown Away
DMX Lyrics

Like the wind
Just like the wind, which is invisible yet powerful and unstoppable, so will God's grace take over and cleanse me of my sins.

God will take
God is the only one who can take away my sins and free me from my troubled past.

All my sins
All the mistakes I've made in my life, including my criminal past and the harm I caused others, will be atoned for and forgiven.

Blown away
My sins will be forgotten and blown away like dust in the wind, never to be remembered or held against me again.

From 80 school street to way across town
My reputation spreads far and wide, as people know of my criminal activities and notoriety in different parts of the city.

Cats knew how I got down 'cause word got around
Many people were aware of my criminal exploits, and rumors spread quickly about my activities through word of mouth.

I was that robbery kid with no gun and no mask
I was notorious for committing robberies without the need for a weapon or mask to hide my identity.

Catch a nigga out the door slippin', that's yo ass
Anyone who was careless enough to leave their doors unlocked became an easy target for my crimes and would inevitably suffer the consequences.

Didn't laugh much 'cause I didn't have much
My difficult childhood led me to grow up quickly and not find much joy or humor in life due to my constant struggle for survival.

Life was like a stick, half gas, half clutch
My life was a constant balancing act between the good and the bad, where one bad decision could easily lead me down a path of destruction.

Took it out on my regulars, I come through
I often released my frustrations and anger on unsuspecting individuals who I considered to be easy targets for my criminal activities.

And if niggaz was broke, I took watches and sneakers
I didn't discriminate in my crimes and would rob anyone who I believed had something of value, even if all they had were basic possessions like watches and sneakers.

Went to jail a few times but that didn't stop me
Being incarcerated multiple times didn't deter me from continuing my criminal activities and only made me smarter about how to avoid getting caught.

All it taught me was, how not to be sloppy
Instead of changing my criminal ways, being caught and incarcerated only made me more careful and strategic in my crimes to avoid getting caught in the future.

An older cat robbed me when I was like ten
A more seasoned criminal took advantage of me when I was just a child, which likely led to me developing a criminal mindset and behavior later in life.

If anybody wanted to help, they should've did it then
Nobody came to my aid or offered any support when I was victimized as a child, which left me feeling alone and without anyone to turn to.

But they didn't and all it did was release the beast
Nobody stepping in to help me as a child led to me developing a sense of anger and resentment, unleashing my full criminal potential and becoming more violent and aggressive.

So I'ma feast on whatever I come across in the streets
I lived by a 'survival of the fittest' ethos and would do whatever it takes to get what I needed, even if it meant harming others in the process.

I had a 'S' on my chest, fuck the vest
I felt invincible and unstoppable, almost like a superhero with a symbol on my chest, and believed I didn't need any protection or armor to keep me safe.

Did robberies with some cats and robbed the rest
I committed numerous robberies with a group of criminals, but even turned on them to rob them of their own possessions.

Other times, I came through with just me and my dog
I was fearless and would commit crimes alone without fear of consequence, with only my 'dog' (likely a euphemism for a weapon) by my side.

We'd clear out the whole fuckin' block 'cause we went hard
I and my partners in crime were not only brutal and violent, but we also committed large-scale crimes that impacted entire neighborhoods and communities.

I bag some niggaz I knew and some niggaz I didn't
I robbed people indiscriminately, regardless of whether I knew them or not, and showed no mercy or care for the harm I caused them.

I ain't a fuck either way, it was no bullshittin'
I didn't care who I hurt or what the consequences of my crimes were, and was completely unfazed by the emotional or physical pain I caused others.

I'm a cruddy nigga out to get money
Money was my only motivation, and I was willing to do anything necessary, no matter how heinous or violent, to get it.

And a couple of slugs is the only thing anybody took from me
Despite all the harm I caused others and the possessions I stole from them, the only thing anyone ever took from me were the bullets I earned after being shot at or caught in a violent altercation.

Run up on a cat smooth like, put it in his left ear
I was skilled at committing crimes and would often do so with ease, quickly overpowering and threatening my victims to comply with my demands.

Give up the money, the jewelry or get left here
I gave my victims an ultimatum: either hand over their valuable possessions or face physical violence and possibly death right then and there.

Keep thinking it's a game and play, let's get popped
Those who believed my crimes to be a joke or didn't take me seriously were quickly met with violence and reminded of the seriousness and danger of my criminal behavior.

See how much fun you having, when your heart be stopped
My crimes were not fun and games, and often resulted in serious physical harm or even death, leaving those who disregarded my warning to pay the ultimate price for their carelessness.

Shut 'em down, open up shop, blow off a nigga top
I was indiscriminate in my violence, even using deadly force to eliminate anyone who I perceived as a threat or who stood in the way of my criminal profits and gains.

Somebody call the cops, but it's too late
Those who witnessed my violent crimes or attempted to get help by calling the police were often too late to stop me, as my criminal actions had already taken place and I had disappeared into the night.

'Cause I'm a hit you in the face
I was not afraid to use physical force and violence to get what I wanted, and was quick to resort to physical altercation if threatened or challenged.

And what will kill you will be somethin' that you ate
My violence was indiscriminate and often led to serious harm or death, as even something as innocuous as food or drink could be used to deliver a fatal blow to my intended target.

If pain is love, why hide my pain with drugs?
I used drugs and other substances to mask or numb the pain and trauma of my past, but ultimately came to realize that true love could only be achieved by facing and overcoming that pain head-on.

Choke off haze and sell attics coke for days
I sold drugs and other illegal substances to make money, often using it to fuel my own addiction and numb myself from my past trauma and pain.

Same clothes, no soap to shave
My life was one of constant struggle, where basic necessities like clothing and personal hygiene products were hard to come by and often neglected in favor of other necessities like food and shelter.

And I still got a gun on my hip for your open grave
Despite my struggles and shortcomings, I still possessed a deadly weapon and was not afraid to use it to get what I wanted and eliminate anyone who stood in my way.

We used to get robbery vics
I frequently participated in robberies, targeting victims who I believed to be vulnerable or easy targets.

Until my man got killed for his whip on some robbery shit
One of my criminal partners was killed during a robbery, which likely made me more cautious and less willing to participate in such violent and dangerous activities in the future.

Then I switched to the weed and started sellin' crack
After the death of my partner, I shifted my focus to drug sales, seeing it as a safer and more profitable criminal venture for me to pursue.

But I will pull a steel and put a shell up in ya back
Despite my shift to drug sales, I still possessed a deadly weapon and was not afraid to use it to protect myself and my criminal enterprise, using violence as a means of enforcing my power and control over others.

I feel like all my life, I was held up in a trap
My life was one of constant struggle and hardship, where I felt trapped and without any hope of ever escaping my difficult circumstances and criminal past.

Like if I go to heaven, maybe hell will want me back
My sins and past actions were so egregious that I feared even entering into the afterlife, where I believed that even hell would not want me due to the harm and destruction I caused in my lifetime.

But all I really want is [Incomprehensible]
Despite my violent and criminal behavior, what I really wanted was love and acceptance, which I was likely lacking in my life due to my troubled past and criminal activities.

And a model bitch sitting with a head up in my lap
My ultimate fantasy or dream was to have a beautiful and desirable woman sit with her head in my lap, providing me with comfort and companionship that I so desperately craved and lacked in my life.

But since no doe, don't spin
Despite my dreams and desires, I remained stuck in my current situation and unable to achieve my goals or make positive changes in my life due to my lack of financial resources and opportunities.

And my pant's hole got hole within, I got to fold 'em in
My clothing was old and worn, with holes and tears that made them difficult to wear or use effectively.

It's obvious, I live in a house of sin
My life was defined by my previous criminal behavior and continued struggles with addiction and violence, leading me to feel as if I was living in a constant state of sinfulness and despair.

I wish I could open up the doors and let 'em blow at the wind
Despite my past and present struggles, I longed for a chance to start anew and let the wind blow away my pains and difficulties, allowing me to start fresh and free from past mistakes and challenges.