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Yasmeen - Help Lord lyrics
[Chorus 2x]
 Tiddle-Dee-Dum, Tiddle-Dee-Dum
 Help Lord, Won't You Come?
 [Hammer]
 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
[Chorus 4x]
 [Hammer]
 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 flexYasmeen - Help Lord - http://motolyrics.com/yasmeen/help-lord-lyrics.html
 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 noqw 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, ssssslip 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?
[Chorus Till Fade]








