Lyrics:
O God Our Help

o Felix o Harry o Jumps o Ollie o Ryan o Will o Empire Horns o Highlights o

flow Why don't y'all let a nigga live and help him make a decimal Truth will set you free what will a lie do Niggaz say I'm God but I be gettin' high

Here in northeast Ohio Back in eighteen-o-three James and Dan Heaton Found the ore that was linin' Yellow Creek They built a blast furnace Here along

and our women are cheap And that brothers gettin murdered is the way of the streets That it's normal to die when we still in our teens And that's the

me, scream out, "somebody help this man" Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at Murderous gat, we bloodline no cur in our

'll never take me alive) Young, H O V From the number one, R O C We got another one (They'll never take me alive) Young, H O V From the number one, R O

We gotta get off the phone, we gotta teach our own Send yo' baby to school an' she'll come back grown We got to talk to our grandmas An' she'll help

didn't I? Why didn't I?" Yeah, why didn't I? Sometimes I take on this world by myself Thinking I got all the answers, don't need anybody's help Well, God

To serve with heart and might One nation bound in freedom, peace and unity. Oh God of creation, direct our noble cause Guide our leaders right Help our