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Zipporah (Gravez remix)
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Didn't I tell you to get your tail up out of that
Bed and get ready to go to church? You can't lay
There and sleep all day, you gotta go to church!
Lord, Lord, I need your help
Lord, Lord, I need your help
As a nigga in America, why the fuck is we here?
Why you tell me go back where I'm from when you dragged me here?
Why we wanna be poor? Why our fathers be gone?
Why my father forsake us? Why my mama so strong?
And on my mama I kill ya, on Faris I kill ya
Nigga we was so broke, split twenty dollars a weekend
I never cry, but I realize what we were missing
My mind had a nigga on edge I started selling and cheating
Said fuck the government, fuck the man, fuck the feds, fuck the law
CQ was fucking my girl, too fucking hungry to care
I started selling mo', thinking 'bout Zip
Thinking what I did, fucked a friend
Fucked her homie, then fucked again
I started sipping on liquor, couldn't cope with the changes
We went back to the hood, started slanging and banging
Feds was outside my house, second time we got raided
Everything was for you, I wanna get you that coupe
Black and young and a fuck up, I wanna prove this to you
That I could be more than a boy, but a father with you
I wish I could change, but God you made me this way
So I'm gon' keep my faith high, and bow my head and just pray, like
Lord, Lord, I need your help
Lord, Lord, I need your help
Lord, Lord, I need your help
Lord, Lord, I need your help
I was so young and dumb, you was so young and dumb
Allen was in the picture, I was gon' pop that nigga
Celebrity status now, you in a wedding gown
You was gon' be my wife, move to a newer life
Tried to make dreams with you, still I'm so proud of you
Look at the woman, from a girl a flower blossomed too
The prettiest of them all, you was gon' have it all
You was gon' have the mall, but you still got it dog
Shower you with some poems, shower you with some songs
Remember the drawing I made, remember the flowers I gave
Remember the time that we spent, remember the time that we missed
Don't let that happen again, go find you a better man
And go have that baby boy, and make him a better man
Tell him his mother loves him, just like she used to love me
And play him this tape for you, tell him what we been through
So we can both raise that child, like we promised to, we would do
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Lord, Lord, I need your help
Lord, Lord, I need your help
Lord, Lord, I need your help
Lord, Lord, I need your help
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