Trouble, Alley Boy, Trae Tha Truth - Help Me Lyrics

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
Bullit's 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