Lord!, Help Us Out - Lyrics - Yung Ro

(*talking*) For real, Mr. Pain Yung Ro (Yung Ro) It's time to question the way that we living, (Lord help us out) Shed some light in the ghetto, (open up another route) Take us away from this pain that we feeling, (my Lord) Cause coming up in the ghetto, (sometime it get hard) I keep praying, (I gotta talk to ya Lord) And what I'm saying, (I wanna walk with ya Lord) Cause in my mind, (I think I'm getting fed up) A *** trying but it's hard, (just to keep my head up) What you gon do, when this world start stressing you out And *** turn they back on you, when you start letting it out Too many murders, where I lay my head down to rest Take head shots, so remember you can down that vest We full of pain where I'm from, who willing to try Look in the sky and wonder why, the ghetto bird never fly Mama cry mama stay worried, praying and stressed Wonder why her baby boy, got Pain tatted on his chest And oh yes I must confess, that the street claim lives Only a few gon survive, even real *** cry But don't worry my young ***, brighter days are near If you believe in that voice in your head, then you will hear The answer's clear, we simply just ignoring the truth Kids don't smile where I'm from, look what we pouring to you And you ain't never stepped a foot, on the block I was raised *** backwards where we from, we born out of graves Torn cause we slaves, addicted to our own *** I don't give a ***, never gave a *** full clip On my side ***, and it's gon ride with me Not just them sometiming *** who get high with me Jump fly with me, and you will get your cape snatched off What you saying what you mean, I suggest you back off Slack off never that, cause Ro a clever cat Bring that level to me, then you gotta see that level bat Seen you where the devil at, with your devious ways Promise to *** with the real, cause they won't lead me a stray Just leave me a K, a cigarette a *** and I'm good That's all I need in my weed, but it be shady in the hood And I been watching you ***, who watching me I know you got plans on detouring, and stopping me But I wish a *** would, is the crede I live by Kill or be killed, real *** keep the breed I live by Mental warfare g'yeah, hard but it's fair God gonna spare, a real *** who kept it real down here (*talking*) Yeah Yung Ro ***, Mr. Pain (what you mean ***) I hear the streets talking, they calling my name you know Streets bleeding, somebody gotta tell it (what you mean) Seem like nobody wanna do it though, dig that Pain ***, dedicated to the struggle Every ghetto every hood, block to block state to state