Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Help Me Please, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 28.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Help Me Please |
| Help me please |
| I’m blinded by my tears and I just can’t see |
| So many devils tryin to recycle my soul |
| Cause in the ghetto where I’m from ain’t no positive roles |
| Just niggas and hoes |
| Send me a sign |
| Just to let a nigga know that he been on ya mind |
| Mmmmmm… |
| Hmm, shit just be so fucked up out here in these streets mayne |
| You feel me? |
| Straight up |
| This is the sea of life, and I’m drownin |
| I know I can swim, but feel like I keep sinkin down in |
| These waters and I cain’t breathe, I feel like I’m gon' blow it |
| I can see people holdin a life jacket but they won’t throw it |
| Entertained by my struggle and they’d love to see me die |
| Why not love to see me live instead of helpin my family cry? |
| Like a homeless person with a sign, I would work for food |
| Ain’t no shame in bein helpless it’s a part of payin dues |
| On an everyday mission tryin to collect 5's and 10's |
| So many worries I promise my bones show right through my skin |
| Fancy cars and a mansion? |
| That ain’t never been my goal |
| A hooptie would be fine, plus somewhere warm when it’s cold |
| I know what it feel like, not to be able to call the shots |
| Have a pen but no time to connect, all the dots |
| Therefore I do what I can do and then get down on my knees |
| Cause I can’t make it by my lonely, Jesus help a nigga please |
| Yeah, much love to everybody doin time |
| Up in Pam Lychner state jail, you dig |
| Seem like soon as I’m findin happiness the joy’s gone |
| Kickin it with Steve Francis, Mike Tyson and Roy Jones |
| I waited my whole life to be somebody |
| But now I’ve gotta get a visit just to see somebody |
| I’m in this all white, reminscin all night, but my cousin Trae’s |
| Wreakin havoc in this rap game, so it’s alright |
| Grandmother and my Auntie gettin everything they need |
| Trae’s an angel in my eyesight, a true friend in need |
| While I’m waitin for heaven, I see hell and smell the flames |
| God send Abraham to quickly snatch me from this pain |
| I don’t really wanna die, just need a, change of scenery |
| I done see too many killings just like my vision is mean to me |
| And my eyes don’t like me, and my soul wanna leave |
| I’m persecuted daily by my friends it ain’t easy |
| I do what I can do and then get down on my knees |
| I have so many enemies, Lord would you help me please |
| Nigga fuck Precinct 5, nigga and fuck Officer Thorntonberry |
| Punk-ass bitches, uhh |
| Tryin to survive for me, is like chasin the wind |
| You know you ain’t never gon' catch it so why bother lettin yo' knees bend |
| I try to stay around some realness, brothers and sisters holla if you feel this |
| If hurt and misery is who you chill with |
| Mo City my hood it forever be my block |
| Never thought I’d see the day it’d hand me over to the cops |
| Where the love from my homeboys, I love y’all too |
| I was the tugboat to ya problems cause I drug y’all through |
| Just one question dawg, how could you do me like that? |
| I took your family in |
| I put some cash in ya pocket, made you a man again |
| But now it’s like you never knew me |
| Wouldn’t take the fall for yall so now yall wanna do me |
| I made it up out the hood and I ain’t comin back |
| Unless I’m brangin Lil' Boss to get a hundred sack |
| Nigga I’m gon' do what I’m gon' do and then get down on my knees |
| And make a couple of G’s, but in God name, help a nigga to succeed |