Help
[Verse 1: Byron Henderson]
A long stint with depression taught me a lesson
Ain’t too many out here that’ll care for you, the question arises
That is it just a blessing in disguise for you to be one with yourself before you step in front of God?
Or is that fake deep, like a tumblr post?
You know how people fake sleep, well, some of y’all fake being woke
Look around
I mean, can’t you tell these murders are for certain a way to control us all for a supposed greater purpose?
This feeling, I know it oh so well
You’re reeled in by the millions and rented cars to avoid the day that they throw more shells
I’m in the back observing, absorbing it all
Growing more and more morbid as the days go on
Grew up with addicts
As a kid hated Math, but man, with all this division and subtraction
Surprised that I wasn’t better at it
I chose the road I would take as a youngin, embrace my comeuppance
Safe from nothing
I figured I would be better rapping than stashing poison for the youth
Even though I’m meant to influence through this music, it’s safer to form a better habit
Is it we’ve got the juice, or we’ve got the Jews?
Wait
We’ve got the noose, or we’ve got the nous?
The American Nightmare had a dream that came to fruition
People doubted me for so long, saving them is my vengeance
Seven albums in for my best friend
And not to mention, I went from nicest in Kenner to center of your attention, cause...
[Hook: Byron Henderson]
You won’t get anywhere on this Earth if you aren’t working
100% certain, ain’t nobody out here to help me
Ain’t nobody out here to help me
Only God’s out here to help me
The Devil is lurking, forever working
100% certain, ain’t nobody out here to help me
Ain’t nobody out here to help me
Only God’s out here to help me
[Verse 2: King Bee]
Ain't nobody out here to lend a hand out
I'm telling all of them to sit while I'ma stand out
And while I stand out [?] like a sore thumb
They always asking for more, but I ain't got none
Used to sit cold on the floor till the smoke come
Had a lil' jacket for the warmth when the law come
I don't even know, but could you answer me the question
"Why the person that do for all get caught up in the stressing?"
I don't know, but tell the truth, it just hurt so bad
If I was you, I would move fore a youngo spazz
But I can't do that
I got a lot pride in my heart, wishing you knew that
I'm into making rhyming a art
And when I told you (told you)
You're face was like "Now you finna start"
I can't believe all of the people I had in my face started changing
We was adjacent any way
And I was angry, we wasn't chasing anything
And that's the problem, everybody say that they got you
But to be honest, ain't nobody was ever round me
So now I move hella silent, without providing
I just wanted you to hear me, but you never got it
[Hook: Byron Henderson]
You won’t get anywhere on this Earth if you aren’t working
100% certain, ain’t nobody out here to help me
Ain’t nobody out here to help me
Only God’s out here to help me
The Devil is lurking, forever working
100% certain, ain’t nobody out here to help me
Ain’t nobody out here to help me
Only God’s out here to help me x2
[Verse 3: Byron Henderson]
I could make a whole LP about how these cops will kill a Mike
Tell him run the jewels fore they fire guns, say good night
I need answers
Trying to figure why we’re never unified unless it’s bout LeBron or these stanzas
I told you take a deep breath before hand
Far as these killers
Engage in unnecessary wars for land just to leave us confused
I just carry on the thoughts of a legend before me
Ain’t come to claim the throne or watch it, I came to the destroy it
I told you like that Tory Lanez dude, me and Drake don’t share the same views
Everybody desperately needs a win, no matter how much it pains you
Like these so called saints don’t meet up to sin before they shame you
F money
I know people who’ll leave you broken for less
What a mess, amateur surgeons how they open your chest
They say we all serve a purpose in life, but the loophole is that it isn’t always positive, right?
So if my bars hit harder than Ray Rice, and I blow like a Galaxy Note, I promise to stay to stay tight with you
Before they slay me over free speech, those girls didn’t just run away
Flint’s still drinking lead, probably trafficking in D.C
I ain’t trying to earn myself a win with this
I see death around the corner and even at this moment, I’m still infinite
So asking if I care if I offend is like asking Master P to find a limit
1% ain’t got no love for y’all
And David Rockefeller’s death won’t negate the ditches they already dug for y’all
So until we make our women feel worth it
We won’t ever know what worth is till the day help comes for y’all
[Outro: Byron Henderson]
F it, I probably got it in there somewhere