Help Us - Şevin, Sevin Duce

Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us

Forever mobbin'

Let’s go

Yuh

Street smart intellectual

G card reptible

At start half the mom and pops

Split apart sectional, yeah

Shot a Glock before I ever dropped my testicles

Hatin' on the next mans spot

That’s where I set you

Youngin' with a onion to pound

Breakin down the dimes

Sippin' NyQuil before ever pourin' the slime

Bro said they might tell

Supply yourself through the crime

I’m the type well just reppin' my kind

Neighborhood hobby catch a body it’s a safety net

Poppin off a Bobby asking God why you ain’t take me yet

Probably kept mo' bad dreams than a Navy vet

Listen to a Christian walk with Christ take baby steps

G more I miss em for swishas

Grabbin the change pop

Thugs and a sinner who wondering when the pain stop

Drugs for dinner up in hell burnin' the flames high

Lovin' the winter hiding tears still the rains drop

Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us

Yeah we carrying guilt

So please don’t hold your peace

If we’re buried in filth

Too many sheep gettin' buried in silk

Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us

For real I’m up to my neck in regrets and apologies

I’m ready to confess and tell you yes if you say follow me

It’s real

Ay

Flow mine like a buoy

Slow mob in a buie

Beneath the city lights

And getting right i learned to find beauty within this gritty life

E’ery thing cost

To be the boss it’s a pretty price

Where niggas starvin' for the cheese like some skinny mice

Before the karma and the drama it was kinda fun

Kickin' up dust we heard the sirens then it’s time to run

Stole my first Llama cuz my momma wouldn’t buy me one

By age 15 had me playin with a tommy gun

I stashed the cush in the bush by my parent’s house

And used to keep my jackets outside

Trying to air em out

Dippin in a stolo screamin yolo

Since knee high it was Levi’s and All-Stars

Was never into Polo

It’s hot here we survivin through the sauna

Get tied into the drama just for trying to prove your honor

And you gotta be a rider when your rivals movin' on ya

Left leakin out your vitals hopin God will move up on ya

The gang flame we bang the sunset when the night came

Jail bound I’m workin on my knife game

We fry with no education or ride with no hesitation

And die for our reputation putting gouda over Christ’s name

Young nigga with depression in his eyes

I’m losing all my homies in this wretched genocide

When they stretched him they left him with intestines on his thighs

I just pray he found his lessons when he died

But I know the truth

I used to be deceived as they come

Smokin weed holding peas throwin bees with a gun

I was claimin' I loved God but not receivin' His Son

As if He was never grieved when He sees what I’ve done

If them shells rained and murder me was headed for hells flames

Eternally I thank you for turning me undeservedley

I used to pray nervously

But now I pray fervently ya purchased me and purposed me

To serve you over currency

Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us

Yeah we carrying guilt

So please don’t hold your peace

If we’re buried in filth

Too many sheep gettin' buried in silk

Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us

For real I’m up to my neck in regrets and apologies

I’m ready to confess and tell you yes if you say follow me