Help Lord (Won't You Come)-M.C. Hammer

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 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 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