Lyrics Lord Guide Me - Ben Solo

Depression got me drowning in this weed smoke
Sinking lower then you may believe
How the fucc im so down on the ground
When all a nigga do is smoke on trees
(Stay smoking them trees)
I got these thoughts up in my head ready to pull the trigger
Suicide the only time I be a coccy nigga
Had depression since adolescence
Cuz momma stressin
I wish that i could ease her pain i know she some blessings
Remember times pain in her eyes
I saw the tears
We had no lights but that's alright
Cuz momma here
I promise momma one day ill pull up shinny in gear
The end of living checc to checc I know is coming near
My daddy gone but fucc that nigga he up in the rear
He had to go and break the law he had to disappear
Another blacc father gone
And i never shed a tear
Alot of homies had no father
So who the fucc care
Pity ship aint sailing here
They bred more then felon here
I got a homie smart as fucc
He get straight A's
An engineer
He's in your car
Then he is off
No flashing lights up in the rear
To Mexico yo shit will go
(To Mexico yo shit will go)
They know yo whip won't reappear
(They know yo whip won't reappear)
He hitting liccs and driving whips
Rinse off and repeat again
You think that he was flippin briccs
The life that he was living in
I ask how the fucc he do it
When it come to making all them choices
He replied broke in California
It's not that many choices
Then he asked me if im living right
And if a 9 to 5 and taxes got me feeling right
And if i toss and turn and have sleepless nights
And how the fucc i do it
Getting rest when im broke in life
I told him I ain't have a choice
(I ain't never had a choice)
He said a broke nigga in this world will never have a voice
(Shh)
I said true
I been broke for way to long
As i pray to Yahweh daily that he keep a nigga strong
I heard us niggas was once kings
Bathed in gold and drapped in jewels
Before they came up with green
It aint no mysteries to why we so oppressed
Just know that when im stressed
Im still smokin on the best
And just like bread yea sit and wonder bout it
One of my day ones went and got a new shotty
I pray to God my nigga never have to catch a body
And the Lord watch over him
Don't let my nigga get bodied
(Amen)
Im thinking bout switching up roles
From a warm blooded nigga
To a life ice cold
To many times in the streets it unfold
Try to be ice cold well you end up john doe
My cousin tell me calm down nigga you be trippin
You know them babalyons on the streets stay trippin
He know im wearin Js
So a nigga never trippin
But we from common a place where trigger fingers stay trippin

Lord guide me
I'm feeling like i gotta live and be about that violence
Lord guide me
I don't wanna be gun down by them sirens
Lord guide me
Don't let my momma have them tears and have moments of silence
Lord guide me
I'm feeling like i gotta live and be about that violence
(Lord guide me I'm feeling like i gotta live and be about that violence)