Soul Cry Grits

Help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me, (can anybody?)
Help me, help me, help me, (is somebody gonna?)
Help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me, (can anybody?)
Help me, help me, help me. (is somebody gonna?)

Got a vivid tale of how fate played out
While these words formulate a mind of their own, respect the grind that they're on
What the heck you expect when you touch the erogenous zone?
Be freaky-deaky when it's my micky - Mr. Misogynist's whore
He cops a feel when his thoughts bill - for real?
Here in off the chase, his face is flushed, embarrassed 'cause he knows he ought to chill
But his drive is in the fast lane, throws caution to the wind
I know it blows, so he goes, he spends his cash, man
Bad chicks - he's decided he can ride it
Oh man, the things he do, hotels he brings them to and what they do
Hey, yo, I think we got it - you just don't know the half
Don't laugh 'cause this could be every one of us, brought on 'cause of what the past has done to us
This here is serious, don't be oblivious to that which is made known
Silence has made a taboo which you ain't grown
And you in need or a spurt
Believe this is Jesus who's speaking out and relieving hurt, cleansing us all when we deal in dirt