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Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?

I can't call it but I know I got
'Cause my mama was broke and I was broken
I can take and tears for years
But the tears of my mama yo, they get me here

So I broke out in a step, no deally, no dally
I walked, I crept, I slept on a plan that I'd make it all
A young if you could
A young from the hood

Mama, don't you cry, don't you cry no
Ya baby boy's up and he's goin' to war
My mind is tricks and my dad is too
High street bank boys, it's on,

Gonna make my moves and my I make
You betta not get 'cause if you broke, you break
I hesitate that you can't see me
It's gonna take the to save you from me

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?

I the stress off, good, I let it rip
Bank boys in the fat grip, yeah
5 deep and on fools we creep
Half the is down and you can't see me, really dough

What's next? A young fool on a
Tryin' to get a name, some or rep
I stepped right to him let 'em know all good
Lights out, now his crib is

for the dough but now I can't see
It's blood on my my dog, yo, G?'
I hit the flo' but my heart didn't
And now I see a of my son wit no pop

My mama's on her
Lord, no please
And I feel cold and my health is
It's gettin' but yet and still

I'm half dead, half life, real?
I can't breathe but now I'm startin' to
Off my own blood and not indo smoke
No joke, straight up, on a tip

I'm losin' my life, I'm my grip, I slip, s-s-slip deeper still
Help Lord, help Lord, I'm my will
To live, low, at the bottom
From to spring to summer to autumn

Help Lord, the homies in the
The squares, the G's, all good
Help Lord in the hood we sprung
And we stuck right here until you

And bless the children of the ghetto
No love, no hope, no hope, no
Help Lord, help Lord, Lord, help Lord
You me callin' Lord?

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?
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