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

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?)

In the eyes of the desperate the cries are heard

To ashamed to express it, so we say it without words

But illustrated in the actions and emotions disturbed, self-destructive

satisfaction and addiction emerge

It all started in the garden with an innocent glace

Now enters the chance — it’s slim 'cause the addiction advance

Now children with bloody hands write their name on the wall and hang in the

mall, and leave a stain, a pain on us all

So I sacrifice and bear the crucifixion involved, and pray this music makes a

difference for the tainted and flawed

Erase the pain and leave them blameless when they stand before God,

'cause I could never stand by doing nothing while souls cry

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?)

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?)