Story Behind The Song

It can happen to anybody. I lost my job, my home, my wife, and my dignity. But I NEVER lost HOPE.

Song Description

Ok. It's about ME being homeless and broke.

Lyrics

FATHER.. HELP YOUR CHILDREN
Music & Lyrics: J. Lett

The sun beats down on a brand new day
Gotta grab my pack, be on my way
I can't help but think, about the better times
Before I lost my pride, before I lost my mind
I'm an aimless soul, nowhere to go
So i'll just move on, and on and on
I might pass your way before the break of dawn
Just a moment to pray, and I'll be on my way

FATHER.. HELP YOUR CHILDREN

You see times are hard and the going is rough
People fighting over food on the back of a dump truck
Shootin in the school, abuse in the pew
Another babies dead and the parents are accused
It's cold outside, it's a chilly morn
My coat so thin, it won't keep me warm
I ain't seen my child in Lord knows when
Can't help but wonder if I'll see her again
Got to keep my cool, got to keep my head
Lest I be counted among the walking dead
I need some help from my father above
I'm gonna pray for a blessing
I'm gonna pray for love

FATHER.. HELP YOUR CHILDREN

Got my sign out front, I'll work for pay
I need a few bucks to survive the day
I hear talk of war, they say a matter of time
Can't worry about the future, I've got to turn a dime
A hustle over here, and a hustle over there
Where's my next meal? That's all I care
I'm in the land of plenty, I'm in the USA
It don't make sense, to have to live this way
I got dealers on my back, gangsta's trying to jack
I'm in a battle on the street y'all, survival is a fact
In my wildest dreams I would never believe
Of all the homeless vets it could happen to me
I had Guchis on the rack, Lincolns in the back
Spending money on the town kept the honeys comin round
But it all came tumbling one summer day,
The day I lost my job, the day it slipped away
Got to keep my cool, got to keep my head
Lest I be counted among the walking dead
I need some help from my father above
I'm gonna pray for a blessing
I'm gonna pray for love

FATHER.. HELP YOUR CHILDREN
AND DON'T LET THEM FALL BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

I'm a child of God, I'm not a puppy on a lease
I do expect a HI when you see me on the street
A simple nod will do if I'm too distracting
Brother to brother you still acknowledged my passing
I'm tired and cold and I want to go home
It's a living hell to walk the streets alone
I'm in the land of plenty, I'm in the USA
It don't make sense to have to live this way
In my wildest dreams I would never believe
Of all the homeless people it could happen to me
Lord what did I do to be treated this way
What was my sin, how long must I pay?
Got to keep my cool, got to keep my head
Lest I be counted among the walking dead
I need some help from my father above
I'm gonna pray for a blessing
I'm gonna pray for love