LORD PLEASE HELP ME

“Lord Please Help Me”

It’s another day and I want to pray

But I don’t know what to say

And I don’t think anybody’s listening anyway

My body aches and I got the shakes

That came with my heartbreak

Man, what does it take

I drink some wine to ease my mind

Hang on the block to pass some time

Because I have to unwind before I commit a

crime

I need some dope

That great false hope

Cause I cannot cope

I am about to let go of this rope.

Lord Please Help Me!

How did I get this way?

Well, let me see….

Was it my parents, my hood, my Blackness?

No, something is wrong with me.

As I massage my misery, faking free but I’m a wannabe, wannabe free

My game is shame as I use blame to hide me from myself while I stake a claim into this hellhole we fondly call The Game

I clown with an upside down frown

Pimped out as a smile that covers the sound of my tears washing the ground

While happiness is nowhere to be found

When it started, I thought I was cool

I didn’t follow rules

School, that was for fools.

I played with life, like it was a toy

Fronting as a man but I was still a boy

Not realizing that the devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy

Game recognizes game or so they say

Players play, but you going to pay

And when the reaper reaps

He is playing for keeps

Could be your life, now that’s getting deep.

Lord Please Help Me!

I’m posted on real estate that’s not mine, on the grind, committing crime

But scared of the time because I see it slipping away along with my mind

Flowing through ghetto gutters into clogged sewers filled with the blood and dreams of other posted fools trying to find happiness in a nightmare

Well! Well! Here come my lady, Ms Slim Shady

She said she wants to have my baby and she won’t play me like she played Grady

Hey sugar, help a brother please, you know you my main squeeze

She looked at me with eyes that could freeze

Shady said, “Fool, me and you are through

I thought you knew.” But I didn’t have a clue

Let me go see my friend, Pimping Jim

Hey Jim, man hustling been slow

And my money is low.

Brother, can I get a play, on a dime bag today?

So I can go somewhere and lay.

Jim said, “Man I ain’t got time to hear you whine

I’ve got to get mine!”

Lord Please Help Me!

Who is this walking down these bricks?

It’s that sister from round the way; she used to turn tricks.

Heard she was saved, whatever that means

Now, a blind man can see that she’s fresh and clean

I wonder if she got any green.

Hey yo, my sister, what did you say?

She looked straight through me and said, “Jesus is the Way!”

He died on the Cross, for your sins to pay.

Confess with your mouth, the Lord Jesus

And that He rose, believe in your heart!

Jesus paid the price; can you do your part?

Pray with me, my brother, and, you will see

He’ll unlock your soul and set you free!”

I said, “Girl, don’t play with me

Can’t you see, I’m in misery

All my life I’ve been praying, Lord Please Help Me!”

Well I’ve tried everything else; I guess I’ll try God

Maybe with the Lord on my side, life won’t be as hard.

All I have to lose is this pain and shame;

I can get out of this game

And obtain a new name.

That God could love me was hard to believe

But a seed was planted and then it conceived

What I couldn’t find through dope and sin

I found when I opened up and let Him in

He became my friend

And promised to hang with me until the end

God is real; He has given me hope.

I can cope and I do not need any dope!

God answers prayer and now I can see

How He answered my prayer, Lord Please Help Me!

Alfred Long Sr.