I wanna be a helping hand
I hope you can understand
I grew up to be the man
Who had a gun In hand
I set up a brand new plan
It took a sticky stand
Now It’s on a come up and
Come together and make a band
First things first and last things last
May be worse when I saw you pass
On this verse when you make my cast
Roles reversed like a tense In past
Here I go on this beat I’ll go
Super slow you can hear me no?
Yeah for sure bop your head down low
Don’t you know I’m about to blow
I keep my goods hidden
It ain’t for you to see....
I know how societies stricken
Man that ain’t for me....
Just listen to the rhythm
I’m tryna set you free....
Don’t wanna see you In prison
Want you to promise me G....
You got my back and I got yours
Like a backpack when hitting stores
Stack some racks and help the poor
Cut some slack the rewards are more
For every good we do you know
Changes our mood feel happy though
Clean and cook Is a blessing bro
Grew up In the hood I’m grateful no?
I wanna be a helping hand
I hope you can understand
I grew up to be the man
Who had a gun In hand
I set up a brand new plan
It took a sticky stand
Now It’s on a come up and
Come together and make a band
About the Creator
Haychie_Artist
Just A Regular Guy From London Who
Writes & Rhymes….
Writing & Rhyming Comes From The
Heart….
Voice For The Voiceless….
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