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• Artiste: Apollo Brown
• Titre: God Help Me
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In all the days I've been around- God help me, that almighty God help me, that almighty (yeah) God help me, that almighty (tell 'em) God help me, that almighty (uh) Asking for help hoping they reach their happiness, nah That day seem far away so they imagining, ah Out of your grass, feeling like life don't matter at all You black, don't got time to collapse when backs against wall Only can help myself, the fam, a few of my dogs Look at the block that raised me, wish I could save 'em all That's when you call: "Lord, help me, come get involved" That cost me my piece of mind, these problems I couldn't solve Shit yeah, I'm livin' on the edge right now Thoughts goin' through my head right now Whatever you holdin', need it in my hands right now One grand, ten grand, fifty grand, hundred bands right now Runnin', ran, you don't understand right now My niggas, we need your whole entree, your hunger needs to be fed right now For what it's worth, nothin' to lose is nothin' worse God help me, that almighty God help me, that almighty God help me, that almighty God help me, that almighty This for my cousin Ramone Tellin' God how I wish that my cousin was home He was taken from a coward who clutched with the chrome Mistaken identity 'Til this day I down Hennessy, remembering childhood memories Ninja Turtles and Transformers Football weather, and hand-warmers they got for camcorders We record our good times, at least the ones that I could find You know how many tears I shedded? I was glad he could attend my wedding My nigga Kingpin, a real life legend Man, this don't feel like Heaven at all Minorities set up to fall I wish I could give Derek a call These bars, this ain't just music, it's therapeutic It must be, so fuck the deputy Ronald Buckley deserves the electric chair, let him fry He denied Derek's medical attention, he just let him die God help me, that almighty God help me, that almighty God help me, that almighty God help me, that almighty