Help Me
(专辑: The Return Of December 17th - 2013)
[Trouble:] Lord help me wash away this pain of mine Help me with pationts, and taking my time Lord help me shake these devils off inside Whys murder always on my mind I'm always plotten, tryna find my way Just to get me payed, and have my family straight Most of those ways, goin end up with graves Or beef, cause he see my face Young niggas wilden in these streets these days Tell 'm that, I
guess I'm part of the
reason though I
be bustin, I
wasn't tryna have anybody killed Never be able to tell, what my niggas might do when it comes to me Why I
create so many pussy niggas Something I'm bothered by everyday I
live They the
ones that perceived it's real I
can't imagine what I've done to my liver Drinkin liquor, in runnin round the
streets since I
was ten Lord help me wash away this pain of mine Help me with pationts, and taking my time Lord help me shake these devils off inside Whys murder always on my mind [Trae Tha Truth:] Lord, help me stash and throw away this pistol If they run up on me, Imma abuse this clip till I
empty this pistol If you run up on me, it might be better to stay safe, and say it's over, fool Father forgive me, see that caskit, Imma close it I
been drinkin, thinkin of homies in heaven too many nights Hard to stay here, while the
angels takin too many flights And though I
fight, I
feel like it's only in myself And I
feel so much pain, I
feel like I'm in hell myself They took my brother, took my niggas Took my sisters, feel like I
lost it all Got a
nigga feelin like I
got nobody to call Real shit, feel like a
nigga will fall Somebody better get this motherfuckin thing off my back Before I
use it, come inside, and lay him flat [Trouble:] Lord help me wash away this pain of mine Help me with pationts, and taking my time Lord help me shake these devils off inside Whys murder always on my mind [Alley Boy:] The
way I'm prayen for forgivnis, prayin for whisdem Survived plenty wars, bullits bairly missed them I'm prayin by my loanly Half of these preechers phoney Trouble, you ain't ever had a
friend, you know I'm with you, homie They took him to the
grave He played the
crime way A
free slave, caged up a
thousand days All of my niggas facing charges, they was home robbed They can't phone they lawyers, reason they was robbed Prayin till my knees hurt Lord, know I
need help Smokin weed constantly, numb the
pain I
felt Whole life in the
streets, without it, where would I
be What would I
be without your blessings, you keep saving me [Trouble:] Lord help me wash away this pain of mine Help me with pationts, and taking my time Lord help me shake these devils off inside Whys murder always on my mind