Lyrics:
a candle in his hand
Oh Lord, if you're there, help me in
I need to light a candle for a friend
Who came from a land across the sea
They called him
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird
my friend, a friend, we can all be friends
If we just let this little hurt between us mend
Let me tell you about my friend, boys
I met him
your father from your side
Forgive me all who are my friends
I am with you, so do not cry
The weaker ones that cry for help
The persecuted
way to a state of grace
Stir my heart, touch my soul
Feed me freedom sounds you made
Help me find my way to a state of grace
Lift me up with your
paved with gold
Sometimes you feel alone
Sometimes life is an adventure
Sometimes there's no place like home
But a friend is someone who will stand by you
will come boys
Sell it and they will come
So Dionne, Cher, and all
My late-night friends
I drink to your health
And Tony Little, America's personal
can land
Ya feel me
Got
My
Self
In a little situation
I need a vacation
But I don't even
Got
The time
Or wealth
So I'll work with what I got
Macgyver
Grooving, shooting hoops n'
Just bouncing to the music
A.l.e.x.
Y'all let's do this
I get by – with a little help from my homies
Gon' ride – with a little
I once was lost in sin but Jesus took me in
And then a little light from Heaven filled my soul
He bathed my heart in love and wrote my name above
with my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections (oh, yeah)
Drugs by the selections
Some use pipes (oh, yeah), others
with my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections (oh, yeah)
Drugs by the selections
Some use pipes (oh, yeah), others
by exiting my shell
Only you could do this to me. I wouldn't fall so deep with anybody else
You're a special type to lodge so deep in my psychology;
to erase it from my mind
We in the midst of a normal conversation
You know music, sports, who I been dating
Then your tears start flowing and a little bit
to maintain my cool
Best friends be the worst friends
And the worst friends be the first friends
With they hand out when the verse ends
God when will that
Lord forgive me
Blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
Since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama
Lost both of my kids,
the horse's mouth or from my eye with less account
Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out
Stay a little edgy at times when I ain't stressing
HELP GET ME SOME HELP
Help
Get me some help
Tonight I need someone to stay by my side
Help
Get me some help
I'm all alone and worried
So please
a ripe age
Sense of stability concaved
Uncomfortable with the constant change
My mom brought on us
Claims her life lost focus
Always jealous of my friend's
always be your friend
Best friend till thе end
Though I am farther
Farther away from you day by day
But if just need mе close
I'll be just tell me when
thinkin') with my head in my hands (thinkin')
You been away from so long
And I just don't think I can carry on so I start
(Drinkin', drinkin')
And I know some of y'all are gonna say it's not that deep, but a horse dragging a doll with a noose around its neck
Taken from her mother and put in
called friends
Wasn't around when I ain't have a verse to say
I quench my thirst today
With righteous thoughts of mine
'Cause righteous thought
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