Grits - Soul Cry | Текст песни

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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?)

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