things Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake When you all fucked up and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help you
be extinct That's why I am [Chorus] I'm calling on, I'm calling on the whole wide world On the home I go Come on people, would you help me? Let's scream
the young and the old for the rich and the poor Chorus light of the world won't you come and light our path light of the world won't you help us get
I can't stay much longer, Melinda The sun is getting high I can't help you with your troubles If you won't help with mine I gotta get down, I gotta get
Mississippi clean And I was on the midnight flyer out of Birmingham Smoking into New Orleans Somebody help me get out of Louisiana Just help me get
me to make a deal Dressed like General Butterfield Couldn't wait to thank him for The stuffed birds and rubber door Donated to him from the poor It'
ticket Got across Mississippi clean And I was on that Midnight Flier out of Birmingham Smokin' into New Orleans Somebody help me get out of Louisiana Help
A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6 We was so happy poor but when we got rich That's
old New York rap Bring it back that old New York rap Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts So many billionaires while so many lacks So before the poor
can't even count the good friends I've already lost Cause of PMS blues, PMS blues I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't help I got those
help Got myself a little dog (Sasha) She's eighteen weeks old now Guess, she's just a substitute But I don't know what for I was born a Catholic Poor
mercy for tnem niggas that is not applying themself, So shit ain't perfect, so you gotta make it work for yourself, You catch them coward niggas runnig duckin lookin for help
cry, if I thought, that me sheddin' a tear might help Then again, me sheddin' tears don't help Wanna call up to the President, and see if he know help
money, my peoples was born broke Yo peoples lived in mansions, my peoples hung from ropes Yo peoples had it made, all my peoples had was hope Yo peoples had help
forgotten They look to You still God help the outcasts Or nobody will Well, I ask for nothing I can get by But I know so many Less lucky than I God help the outcasts The poor
picture There is not a sound coming from my voice You want to listen to the kids [unverified] They're halos, soon to be divorced And you're a poor young
Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor, and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words: "What
christmas can help remind us 2 remember the rest here's the gift of christmas the world at it's best we mustn't forget why the gift of christmas can help