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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Lord help me
Got my palms on this steering wheel, knuckles white, eyes red
Swear these corners call my name like an old friend
Baby brother in the backseat asking, "We good?"
I just nod, but my heart stuck in wet cement
Grandma’s picture on the visor, swinging when I brake
I can hear her in my ear, "Boy, that’s the wrong way"
Ancestors in the smoke, see they faces in the rain
Trying to wash this dirty money off my name
[Chorus]
Lord, heal me
I’m tryna leave these streets alone
All this pain inside my bones
I just want my own happy ending (happy ending)
Lord, shield me
From the fake love, masks and stones
Baby brother, don’t let him grow cold
Grandma, hold my soul, defend me
Lord, heal me
[Verse 2]
Tired of handshakes, hugs that hide sharp teeth
Smile in my face, but they pray I don’t breathe
Every "love you" got a ledger and a fee
I been bleeding in the dark where they can’t see
I’m talking to the shadows when the house too still
Hearing voices of my people that the world done killed
"Keep walking, keep walking," they inside my chills
But this weight on my chest feel heavy as steel
[Chorus]
Lord, heal me
I’m tryna leave these streets alone
All this pain inside my bones
I just want my own happy ending (my own ending)
Lord, shield me
From the fake love, masks and stones
Baby brother, don’t let him grow cold
Grandma, hold my soul, defend me
Lord, heal me
[Bridge]
If I turn this key around
Can I turn my life around too? (yeah)
If I lay this pride down
Will You pull me back to You? (back to You)
Ancestors circle when I’m feeling weak
Baby brother counting on the change in me
[Chorus]
Lord, heal me
I’m tryna leave these streets alone
All this pain inside my bones
I just want my own happy ending (happy ending)
Lord, shield me
From the fake love, masks and stones
Baby brother, don’t let him grow cold
Grandma, hold my soul, defend me
Lord, heal me
Lord, heal me (yeah)
Lord, heal me
Details
GeneratedFeb 18, 2026
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody blues-soul trap with male vocals: slow swung drums, warm Fender Rhodes, distant gospel organ swells. Verses sit low and confessional over subby bass and pitched vocal chops; hook blooms with stacked churchy harmonies and a soaring lead. Subtle guitar bends answer key lines, with a late-song drop to half-time and near-a cappella prayer before the final chorus., soul, blues, fake, happy
Credits
Prompt byMelodyUnison984
ModelAria v5
Prompt
blues,soul,trap,hiphop,lord help me,have to leave the streets alone,baby brother and ancestors protect me from evil spirts,missin grandma,tired of fake love, just want my own happy endin,lord heal me
