Help Me

[Intro] Lord, help me (x2) [Verse 1] When I was a little young ghetto child I wanted to be comic Dallas act maybe one day on the sonic Soaking up game from the Alges drinking gin and tonic See these streets right here this shit hard Lost souls equals spirits left, the walking dead Gruff workers shot at him and shot her instead Everytime we leave the house we take a chance Just a couple a obituaries programs Never make fun of the mentally challenged that ain't the biz And I was taught to never laugh at disadvantaged kids Where my real ones at we the last Mohicans A lot of OGs fell off thank God I’m still breathing My purpose on this earth your guess is good as mine When they put me in the dirt Heaven I hope I find Sit with God and John the Baptist sip some Jesus wine Everytime I write my rhymes my pen starts to cry She wanna go to the club and kick it with her homies But her Daddy is funny she can’t spend her laundry money Plus her water bills sky high need a plumber can’t afford to gamble The cupboard keep running gotta shake the toilet hands In the ghetto we got all kinds of home remedies and things If we catch a cold we drink the juice from collard greens Got a ear ache don’t stress don’t foil reach in the cabinets and grab some sweet oil [Chorus] I’m out here in the cold Feels like nobody knows but can’t they see me Lord I need some help I pray today’s the day that one of your angels finally looks down and sees me Caz I need some help I’m out here in the cold Feels like I’m all alone Lord can’t you see me caz I need some help I need some help Lord I pray today’s the day that one of your angels finally looks down and sees me Look down and see me Caz I need some help I need some help [Verse 2] I got undying niggas and undying hoes turn into foes I keep selling to many drops to put dollas Deal with it and go hard Black on the map to sell out for scraps 3 things that you don’t need to fuck with that’s my family, my bread, and my rap Do people with deep scars ever get rewards Why is it that the most real never seem to get their cards Is my music about all these ways to lose but don’t get hurt Am I just wasting more time painting pictures with words There’s a lot a people that know love and but wasn’t even have the time When they game got boring, why do I keep hearing it’s the first thing they hate you That they ain't as strong as you, and they not gettin blessed like you do Get the picture they forget what made love it’s got so easy to betray love And even tho I haven’t found it I still have a positive mind frame It’s why I always get one or at least four biscuits I know that I’ve been thru some shit Seems like I done lost another friend every time my partnas come back home from the Pen Or has the pen just became home for them, it’s too many parts to pain It’s too many parts to pain man [Chorus] [Verse 3] Heeeehhheeeee, help me (x2) Make em cry mayne (x5) Help me, Help me Teach me, teach me Forgive me, forgive me I need some help Strengthen me, Strengthen me Help me, Help me Teach me, teach me Go head and heal me, give some help I need you to strengthen me, Strengthen me Save me Please save me, bring me my joy back, give me some help I need you to strengthen me, Strengthen me Please save me, bring me my joy back, give me some help Help me, help me Help me