Help Lord (won't You Come) Lyrics - Singles - Mc Hammer

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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