Wretch 32 - Helpless lyrics

[Verse 1: Wretch 32] Uh, I'm practically being fearless, be thankful that you can hear this I'm a godfather, I'm happy to meet the parents How can I be generic When my generic's from a line of people chained to the ground that got the furthest? The f**'s man telling me? I run my pedigree I rap, I'mma Run DMC my legacy n***as should've had that KFC man's recipe 'Stead we're eating bargain buckets, getting fed a dream I'm eating it though My kind of kettle's full of steam and it's gold For me to prove a point, I need some people to poke Got an open field mind but I'm keeping it closed, that's how we feel on the roads I'm fed up of getting shell-shocked from bombs that didn't hit me You gotta either give a sh** or give a kidney Give your life, you better deliver like Whitney This is suicide, n***a, do you do or die with me, huh? From my estate, we got Baff who makes it happen Got Z who's taking over, got me who made it rapping Got Jobi, captain of Reading So tell me, where are you heading? n***as who don't follow their minds should get beheaded You should go for it, I might pay for ya You're renowned for always recording, I got a chain for ya Take you out your bed in the morning, I'm tryna pray for ya n***a, I ain't made it, I'm making it for the slave in us [Hook: Rebecca Garton/Varren Wade] I don't wanna be helpless Help me to help you Helpless That life won't do Helpless Help me to help you Help me to help us In God we trust, oh ah [Verse 2: Devlin] Every single race on this planet has seen the pain And hardships of life, it's time we make a change My boys are running lines while my lines run the game I don't trust in no god, I put my faith in James The kid that made it happen, from walking round in Dagenham On my Jack, until the eve would come then I'll be Adam In fact, my dreams were always there, I had to grab 'em Your life will take shape if you manipulate the patterns I'm relaying facts, pa**ing you the baton Now sprint until you drop, you'll be somewhere near the top This grind'll never stop and you can't unwind the clock Are you hungry? Are you not? Well, let's rewrite the plot These haters love to watch, and love to see you flop Cause their own lives are broke, in the house or on the block And just cause you want more, they look at you like a snob Well f** 'em, try and find your way and leave 'em lost But love 'em, cause hate will only help exhale the flames Give me the mic, I'm Christ, it's time I rise again I've seen my whole life here in eerie Indiana And seen my blind faith when times seemed strange, cause From my estate we got Jay from Inbetweeners Charlie spinning records up at Kiss FM at breakfast And there's me, and not forgetting Mitchell round the corner I guess there must be something in the water, tryna make a scene [Hook: Rebecca Garton/Varren Wade] I don't wanna be helpless Help me to help you Helpless That life won't do Helpless Help me to help you Help me to help us In God we trust, oh ah [Verse 3: Swiss] Uh, look, yo, look, rewrote the fate of the hood, So Solid Cause everybody was chasing the drug game before us If they had ghetto papers then we'd be the road scholars Every chapter and page, wouldn't need you to go college Instead of behind bars and sentences, no commas We showed the ghetto master with letters, could roll commas Made the hood marketable, we gave it with no polish The mere fact we ran the city without no Boris Or Ken Livingstone blocks, splitting stone rocks From a little old cotch, made Britain's roads hot With a little weed from a BT phone box To selling millions of Pusha T tees, oh god Lord knows, I don't even know why we bought cars for So fly, driving license was a pa**port If you weren't sure about chasing your dreams After hearing this, when you wake up in the morning, go back to sleep Let's talk Battersea, let's talk mind state G mega carton as partners, hustler's mindstate Only Love blew up, took it to the United States Shabs f**ing with the Roc now, [?] Jay Mr Carter pain, the music was the Blueprint Fathered a lot of rappers though I happen to have two kids You never got an abortion, I wasn't planned, Mum Your boy just wanna ball like a kid that never had one [Hook: Rebecca Garton/Varren Wade] I don't wanna be helpless Help me to help you Helpless That life won't do Helpless Help me to help you Help me to help us In God we trust, oh ah