Lord, Please

from by T.Y.T.

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the "helicopters on my balcony.../ Lord Please, dont let em take my trees" was created in the shower... and became part of the verse and hook. I turned the song into a way that people can call on the Lord during stressful times.

People back home turning on me, people out here automatically assuming they are better because they have an office job and dont have to teach English.... then when I tell them my numbers... omg... its really a good song.

lyrics

Lord please... Gimme the strength
To deal with this foolishness
You brought me to it... Now bring me through it
I'm feeling useless, limited movement
My buddies say its stupid, but through me you are proven

Straight out the country and transplanted in the city
Come from a land of no pity and not many riding with me
Stressing, helicopters on my balcony....
Lord please.... Dont let em take my trees...
So many friends and family have disowned me/
I can't help but be real in a land of phony
Homey homey, act like you know me
I could leave you lone but thatd make me the old me
Throwing a hissy fit will get a sissy hit
Is it really this just a period to move an itty bit
Really witty gimme gimme money, out the country
I think its funny at how many dummies wanna make the same money
But not willing to move a muscle toward a hustle ,camped out in they bubble .. and have the nerve to say they struggle....
Id rather be useful, than be useless
I still hang with folks, i just dont hang around with stupid.

Lord please... Gimme the strength
To deal with this foolishness
You brought me to it... Now bring me through it
I'm feeling useless, limited movement
My buddies say its stupid, but through me you are proven

How many people will gather and agree on your mistakes?
But wish you the best when they confess to your face
I was asked by a group of businessmen
What I did for a profession
And laughed when I said education
Put they hand on my shoulder and saiddont worry, one day youll get your life together...
And trust that it gets better
The look on they face, when they realized that they get paid, a third of what i make, double the days that i arrange...
It felt so strange, To defend my wage at this stage
But alone is how I stand so alone is how I get paid.
The rage face of those who claim they higher than you might be confused
When eyein the few , of frightening views, im liking my view
Humble under the surface and sniping those who griping walk away tear wiping, i'm a modern day viking, hiking up the pricing as I'm rising to the top, i want my kids to smile when they look at my grave plot

Lord please... Gimme the strength
To deal with this foolishness
You brought me to it... Now bring me through it
I'm feeling useless, limited movement
My buddies say its stupid, but through me you are proven

Good lord, i need your help to sharpen my focus
Too many perpetrators are passing by unnoticed
The same things that you do for them are not reciprocated
Promises are stated but actions validate it
How am I late to present dates unless I aint the boss man
I speculate that food you ate aint formulate the cost and
The sucking up wont build you up enough to be a leader
Instead youll be a tweaker, jacking speakers, sucking weiners

credits

from Country Boy in Japan, released August 4, 2016

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