[Intro]
Oh Lord, I need your help
Oh Lord, I need your help
[Verse 1: Kaleb Mitchell]
Said that you would never leave me, said you would not forsake me
Man, I really need your help, these last few months have been crazy
Doctor told my momma that she need another surgery
And I could never feel the pain but I swear it's hurtin' me
Every single day, these people wanna try my patience, Lord
Scheme behind my back then say they really hope I make it
Oh miss me, looking for the real thing, not another knockoff
Lord, I really need your help, but would you ever leave us here?
Living in a country where I get shot down ‘cause I fit the description of a suspect
From Trayvon to Mike Brown, ones we never talked about, got me thinking that I could be up next
Feeling like a board in the middle of the ocean, I got no direction, I'm just driftin'
Tryna live better, I'm tryna do better, but the Devil really tryna catch me slippin', oh Lord
Yeah, my feet tired, I been chasing these dreams
Yeah, shouldn't be this stressed out, man, I'm only seventeen
I know I ain't no hero, no S on my chest
That's why I had to humble myself and send you this SOS
Like, "Lord"
[Hook]
Oh Lord, I need your help
Oh Lord, I need your help
Oh Lord, I need your help
Oh Lord, I need your help
[Verse 2: Sam Stan]
And all my people got stress, all my people got debt, and all my people upset
‘Cause all my people got tests and all the homies got Fs, but what 'bout me?
Enough 'bout me, you're so smart, you got like two degrees?
Oh, that's cool, real, real cool, I'm so cold I'm like two degrees
Tryna change the world since like seventeen, stand up tall, yeah, I sip no lean
How I'm doing? Man, I'm doing well, young Samuel out to change the world
Aw, yeah, believe me, yeah, I'ma make y'all believe me
I made some change, I made some fans, turn 'em all to fiends
Aw, yeah, believe me, yeah, I ain't tryna be good ‘cause I'm great
Told God, "Need a little more faith," Hell yeah, I got a lot on my plate
I know I'm no hero, got no S on my chest
Had to humble myself to send you this SOS
Like, "Why these people keep stressin' me? And why these rappers keep pressin' me?
And why these girls keep on temptin' me? Make me do things that I don't wanna do
God?
If there's Heaven for a real on, I'm gon' make it, yeah
Told my moms, "By 21, I'm gon' make it," yeah
[Hook]
Oh Lord, I need your help
Oh Lord, I need your help
Oh Lord, I need your help
Oh Lord, I need your help
Oh Lord, I need your help
Oh Lord, I need your help
Oh Lord, I need your help
Oh Lord, I need your help