Tiddle-dee-dumb, tiddle-dee-dumb
Help Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dumb, tiddle-dee-dumb
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
Tiddle-dee-dumb, tiddle-dee-dumb
Help Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dumb, tiddle-dee-dumb
Help Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dumb, tiddle-dee-dumb
Help Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dumb, tiddle-dee-dumb
Help Lord, won't You come?
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 now 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, s-s-slip 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?
Tiddle-dee-dumb, tiddle-dee-dumb
Help Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dumb, tiddle-dee-dumb
Help Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dumb, tiddle-dee-dumb
Help Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dumb, tiddle-dee-dumb
Help Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dumb, tiddle-dee-dumb
Help Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dumb, tiddle-dee-dumb
Help Lord, won't You come?
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Help Lord (Won't You Come) Lyrics

Mc Hammer – Help Lord (Won't You Come) Lyrics

Songwriters: BERNIE WORRELL, JOHN RHONE, MAURICE STEWART, ONTARIO HAYNES, WILLIAM EARL COLLINS, GEORGE CLINTON, MC HAMMER
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