Help Lord (Won't You Come)

Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum

Help Lord, won't You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum

Help Lord, won't You come?

I can't call it but I know I got started

'Cause my mama was broke and I was broken hearted

I can take tears and tears for years

But the tears of my mama yo, they get me right here

So I broke out in a military step, no deally, no dally

I walked, I crept, I slept on a plan that I'd make it all good

A young preacher if you could

A young hustler from the hood

Mama, don't you cry, don't you cry no more

Ya baby boy's blowin' up and he's goin' to war

My mind is playin' tricks and my dad is too

High street bank boys, it's on, fools

Gonna make my moves and my moves I make

You betta not get broke 'cause if you broke, you break

I don't hesitate that you can't see me

It's gonna take the Lord to save you from me

Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum

Help Lord, won't You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum

Help Lord, won't You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum

Help Lord, won't You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum

Help Lord, won't You come?

I flipped the stress off, good, I let it rip

Bank boys in the fat money grip, yeah

Rollin' 5 deep and on fools we creep

Half the town is down and you can't see me, really dough

What's next? A young fool on a flex

Tryin' to get a name, some props or rep

I stepped right to him let 'em know it's all good

Lights out, now his crib is wood

Broke for the dough but now I can't see

It's blood on my hands my dog, yo, G?'

I hit the flo' but my heart didn't stop

And now I see a vision of my son wit no pop

My mama's on her knees

Lord, Lord no please

And I feel cold and my health is cheatin'

It's gettin' dark but yet and still

I'm half dead, half life, what's real?

I can't breathe but now I'm startin' to choke

Off my own blood and not that indo smoke

No joke, straight up, on a serious tip

I'm losin' my life, I'm losin' my grip, I slip, s-s-slip deeper still

Help Lord, help Lord, I'm losin' my will

To live, low, stuck at the bottom

From winter to spring to summer to autumn

Help Lord, the homies in the hood

The squares, the G's, it's all good

Help Lord 'cause in the hood we sprung

And we stuck right here until you come

And bless the children of the ghetto life

No love, no hope, no hope, no life

Help Lord, help Lord, help Lord, help Lord

You hear me callin' Lord?

Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum

Help Lord, won't You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum

Help Lord, won't You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum

Help Lord, won't You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum

Help Lord, won't You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum

Help Lord, won't You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum

Help Lord, won't You come?

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