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