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

I call it but I know I got started
'Cause my mama was and I was broken hearted
I can take tears and tears for
But the tears of my mama yo, they get me right

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

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

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

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

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

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

What's A young fool on a flex
Tryin' to get a name, props or rep
I right to him let 'em know it's 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 stop
And now I see a of my son wit no pop

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

I'm dead, half life, what's real?
I breathe but now I'm startin' to choke
Off my own blood and not that smoke
No joke, up, on a serious tip

I'm losin' my life, I'm losin' my grip, I slip, s-s-slip still
Help Lord, help Lord, I'm 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, all good
Lord 'cause in the hood we sprung
And we stuck here until you come

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

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

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

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