YUNG RO

YUNG RO - Lord!, Help Us Out

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[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 nigga trying but it's hard, (just to keep my head up)

What you gon do, when this world start stressing you out

And niggaz 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 niggaz cry

But don't worry my young nigga, 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

Shit backwards where we from, we born out of graves

Torn cause we slaves, addicted to our own bullshit

I don't give a fuck, never gave a fuck full clip

On my side nigga, and it's gon ride with me

Not just them sometiming niggaz 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 fuck with the real, cause they won't lead me a stray

Just leave me a K, a cigarette a bitch and I'm good

That's all I need in my weed, but it be shady in the hood

And I been watching you niggaz, who watching me

I know you got plans on detouring, and stopping me

But I wish a motherfucker would, is the crede I live by

Kill or be killed, real niggaz keep the breed I live by

Mental warfare g'yeah, hard but it's fair

God gonna spare, a real nigga who kept it real down here

[talking:]

Yeah Yung Ro nigga, Mr. Pain (what you mean nigga)

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 nigga, dedicated to the struggle

Every ghetto every hood, block to block state to state

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