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

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

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

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

Gonna make my moves and my I make
You betta not get broke 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,
Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the children of the ghetto life
No love, no hope, no hope, no
Lord, help Lord, help Lord, help Lord
You hear me Lord?

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

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

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