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DiKy
šŸŽ™ļø "DiKy" is a bold Gangsta HipHop track with dark trap vibes, violin melodies and powerful basslines. This song dives into the raw struggles of single fathers, capturing their resilience, sacrifices, and the fight to stay connected with their children. With impactful lyrics and cinematic energy, DiKy is a track that speaks to the heart and delivers a powerful message about love, strength, and hope. šŸ’æ Release Date: The track will officially be available on all major streaming platforms, including Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube Music, starting February 7th, 2025. But here's your chance to listen to it now, exclusively on Slaps! āœ’ļøYeah Yeah, this oneā€™s for all the real fathers out there. Left to fight, left to bleed, left to die. DiKy... weā€™re still standing. Wake up in a room that ainā€™t even mine, Bare walls, cold floors, dicks drawn on the sides. This ainā€™t no home, itā€™s a joke, Iā€™m stuck in a loop, While sheā€™s living like a bitch, Iā€™m scrubbing toilets just for clean. Every paycheckā€™s cracked, barely holding back from eating lead, Sheā€™s stacking bills, fake smiles while Iā€™m left for dead. Law says, "See your kids two days a week," But my love for them ainā€™t timed, itā€™s deep, canā€™t be beat. She donā€™t see them grow, donā€™t feel their pain, They call me crying, "Daddy, when you coming again?" Iā€™m breaking inside, but Iā€™ve gotta stay cool, This systemā€™s fuck, and Iā€™m just a tool. They call me a man, but they stripped my pride, Working dead-end jobs just to stay alive. Love my kids, but Iā€™m cast aside, This life cuts deep, the strong cry, the weak die. She pops Moet, Iā€™m eating crackers, Every cent I make, they say she owns a fraction. Howā€™s a man supposed to build his throne? When the court takes the bricks and leaves him alone. Living in my car, dreams locked in the trunk, Breathing fumes of failure, heartā€™s gone sunk. But Iā€™m grinding, yeah, fighting, one day Iā€™ll rise, While sheā€™s buying time with a million lies. Seen brothers fall, end it all with a rope, ā€˜Cause the world stole their kids, stripped their hope. But I ainā€™t quitting, no, I ainā€™t weak, For my babies, Iā€™ll crawl, bleed, speak ā€” never retreat. They call me a man, but they stripped my pride, Working dead-end jobs just to stay alive. Love my kids, but Iā€™m cast aside, This life cuts deep, the strong cry, the weak die. They call us broken, but we ainā€™t broke. They call us failures, but they donā€™t know. Weā€™re the fathers, the fighters, the ones left behind, But our love ainā€™t for sale, and our souls donā€™t rewind. They call me a man, but they stripped my pride, Working dead-end jobs just to stay alive. Love my kids, but Iā€™m cast aside, This life cuts deep, the strong cry, the weak die. For every father out there fighting, This ainā€™t the end. Keep fucking pushing. Your love will always shine through the darkness. We ainā€™t done yet.more
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