Slow Motion
Esham Lyrics


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Yo, this for all my peoples out in LA, ridin' Venice Beach
(I just gotta let you know, girl) My people over in the Jersey Shore line
(You make me fee like, ah) Jones Beach, can't name
New York, Times Square, baby
(Totally, totally refreshed)
Coast to coast, with the most (make it hot)
(It's refreshing isn't it?, Isn't it to you?)
For all the ladies (yo, get it hot)
Yo, check this out

I'm ridin' high on the freeway late at night
I got some trouble on my mind 'cause my shit ain't right
I'm comin' short on the real money, a nigga broke
I need a fifth of Remy Martin and some weed to smoke
It ain't no joke when you're comin' from the town I'm from
Most nigs be dead before twenty one
I'm tryin' hard just to maintain, I fry my brain
Nigga losin' his mind, slowly goin' insane
And niggas think I got it all, I was born to ball
Eyes bloodshot red from that alcohol
I watched the rise and the fall of all my homies who ball
My dogs brains blew out blood stained the wall
A sucker wished I was dead, didn't live to tell
The way a hot slug feel, and fried skin smell
Niggas want me dead out here playin' or hatin'
'Cause they bitches want to molest, they masturbatin'
I can't help, that's the way it is, handle yo business
And make sure you ain't no eye witness
Keep your eyes on your money boy, at all times
Most people don't know you gotta take it slow in the sunshine

Another day, another way
Sometimes you gotta take it in
Slow motion, in slow motion
Another day, another way
Sometimes you gotta take it in
Slow motion, in slow motion

Gotta take it slow, can't go to fast
If I blast for cash, might not see the green grass
At last, make it all green like mash
Take your cash, then I dash, picture this with the flash
Robotic, economic, knowin' nothin' but ebonics
Still hooked on chronic, plus I'm black like Onyx
Can you see me with a telescope
Or do you need the dopeman to tell you that it's dope
I hope you know the difference between
Life or death and bein' woke from a dream
So many schemes it's hard to see between the seems
When the system redeems, bustin' infrared beams
From here to New Orleans plenty of dope fiends
That's why I keep a car clean, and fulla gasoline
Know what I mean, young nigga workin' for beans
Still chasin' your dreams

Another day, another way
Sometimes you gotta take it in
Slow motion, in slow motion
Another day, another way
Sometimes you gotta take it in
Slow motion, in slow motion
Slow motion

Another day, another way
Sometimes you gotta take it in
Slow motion, in slow motion
Another day, another way
Sometimes you gotta take it in
Slow motion, in slow motion, in slow motion





Hm, yeah
Hm hum, yeah

Overall Meaning

In Esham's "Slow Motion," he paints a vivid picture of the struggles that come with living in the streets. He talks about being broke, short on money, and constantly trying to maintain his sanity. Despite people thinking he has it all, Esham is aware that life on the streets is nothing to be coveted. As he rides high on the freeway late at night, he knows that things can go wrong quickly if he's not careful. He needs a drink and some weed to calm his nerves and try to make sense of the harsh reality he lives in.


The song highlights the importance of taking things slow in life. Esham advises his listeners to be aware of their surroundings and take calculated steps towards success. Rushing into things, like trying to make a quick buck, could lead to disastrous results. The streets are harsh, and one wrong move could mean the end of one's life. The chorus reinforces this message, reminding listeners that sometimes taking things in slow motion is the best way forward.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm ridin' high on the freeway late at night
I'm driving fast on the freeway late at night


I got some trouble on my mind 'cause my shit ain't right
I am worried because things are not going well for me


I'm comin' short on the real money, a nigga broke
I am running out of money and I am broke


I need a fifth of Remmie Martin and some weed to smoke
I want to drink a bottle of Remmie Martin and smoke some weed


It ain't no joke when you're comin' from the town I'm from
Life is tough coming from the place I come from


Most nigs be dead before 21
Many young people die before they turn 21 in my town


I'm tryin' hard just to maintain, I fry my brain
I am struggling to keep things together and I am damaging my brain


Nigga losin' his mind, slowly goin' insane
I am losing my mind and going crazy slowly


And niggaz think I got it all, I was born to ball
Some people think I am doing well and was destined for success


Eyes bloodshot red from that alcohol
I have red, bloodshot eyes from drinking alcohol


I watched the rise and the fall of all my homies who ball
I have seen my friends rise to success and then fall down again


My dogs brains blew out blood stained the wall
I witnessed a violent death where a gunshot caused a bloody mess


Suckas wish I was dead, didn't live to tell
Some people want me dead and would be happy if I died


The way a hot slug feel, and fried skin smell
I know how it feels to be shot and witness the smell of burnt flesh


Niggaz want me dead out here playa hatin'
Some people hate me and want me dead


'Cause they bitches want to molest, they masturbatin'
Because their girlfriends are attracted to me and they are jealous


I can't help, that's the way it is, handle yo business
I cannot change the way things are, so I focus on handling my own affairs


And make sure you ain't no eye witness
Avoid being a witness to any criminal activities


Keep your eyes on your money boy, at all times
Always be careful and keep an eye on your money


Most people don't know you gotta take it slow in the sunshine
Many people do not realize that sometimes you have to slow down and take things easy


Gotta take it slow, can't go to fast
You have to be patient and take things slowly


If I blast for cash, might not see the green grass
If I pursue cash too aggressively, I might lose sight of the important things in life


At last, make it all green like mash
In the end, I want to make a lot of money


Take your cash, then I dash, picture this with the flash
After getting money, I will hurry to leave and capture the moment with a quick photo


Robotic, economic, knowin' nothin' but ebonics
I am like a robot, focused on money, and I only speak in ebonics language


Still hooked on chronic, plus I'm black like Onyx
I am still addicted to marijuana and I am Black like the rap group Onyx


Can you see me with a telescope
Can you see me from far away using a telescope


Or do you need the dopeman to tell you that it's dope
Do you need a drug dealer to confirm that the drugs are good


I hope you know the difference between
I hope you can distinguish between


Life or death and bein' woke from a dream
The difference between life and death and between reality and dreams


So many schemes it's hard to see between the seams
There are so many plans and plots that it is hard to know what is real


When the system redeems, bustin' infrared beams
When the police come to restore order, they use their guns


From here to New Orleans plenty of dope fiends
From here to New Orleans there are many drug addicts


That's why I keep a car clean, and fulla gasoline
That is why I keep my car clean and always full of gasoline


Know what I mean, young nigga workin' for beans
You know what I am saying, I am a young person working hard for little money


Still chasin' your dreams
I am still pursuing my dreams


(CHORUS)(2x)
Refrain repeated twice




Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Esham Smith, Scott Santos

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