Help Me - Trouble, Alley Boy, Trae the Truth

Lord help me wash away this pain of mine

Help me with pationts, and taking my time

Lord help me shake these devils off inside

Whys murder always on my mind

I’m always plotten, tryna find my way

Just to get me payed, and have my family straight

Most of those ways, goin end up with graves

Or beef, cause he see my face

Young niggas wilden in these streets these days

Tell 'm that, I guess I’m part of the reason though

I be bustin, I wasn’t tryna have anybody killed

Never be able to tell, what my niggas might do when it comes to me

Why I create so many pussy niggas

Something I’m bothered by everyday I live

They the ones that perceived it’s real

I can’t imagine what I’ve done to my liver

Drinkin liquor, in runnin round the streets since I was ten

Lord help me wash away this pain of mine

Help me with pationts, and taking my time

Lord help me shake these devils off inside

Whys murder always on my mind

Lord, help me stash and throw away this pistol

If they run up on me, Imma abuse this clip till I empty this pistol

If you run up on me, it might be better to stay safe, and say it’s over, fool

Father forgive me, see that caskit, Imma close it

I been drinkin, thinkin of homies in heaven too many nights

Hard to stay here, while the angels takin too many flights

And though I fight, I feel like it’s only in myself

And I feel so much pain, I feel like I’m in hell myself

They took my brother, took my niggas

Took my sisters, feel like I lost it all

Got a nigga feelin like I got nobody to call

Real shit, feel like a nigga will fall

Somebody better get this motherfuckin thing off my back

Before I use it, come inside, and lay him flat

Lord help me wash away this pain of mine

Help me with pationts, and taking my time

Lord help me shake these devils off inside

Whys murder always on my mind

The way I’m prayen for forgivnis, prayin for whisdem

Survived plenty wars, bullits bairly missed them

I’m prayin by my loanly

Half of these preechers phoney

Trouble, you ain’t ever had a friend, you know I’m with you, homie

They took him to the grave

He played the crime way

A free slave, caged up a thousand days

All of my niggas facing charges, they was home robbed

They can’t phone they lawyers, reason they was robbed

Prayin till my knees hurt

Lord, know I need help

Smokin weed constantly, numb the pain I felt

Whole life in the streets, without it, where would I be

What would I be without your blessings, you keep saving me

Lord help me wash away this pain of mine

Help me with pationts, and taking my time

Lord help me shake these devils off inside

Whys murder always on my mind