Help Me

Quentin Butler

I swear, you don't know about that pain for real
Mind's fucked so bad but I'm hopeful still
Can't tell which is fake, can't tell which is real
Help me
Help me
Permanent scars, don't think I'll heal
If time were a bank, I swear I'd steal
Lord please grant me a record deal
Help me
Help me
My daddy's gone off the fucking crack pipe
I vent to the mic how this life ain't right and I
Wish I could have some more time, like damn
Help me
Help me
Bring it all back, rewind the clock
What's the point of reminiscing emotional scars?
To hell with the rap, it didn't take me far, but please
Help me
Help me
Pittering-pattering, I want some money to lather in
Suicide adjacent, I need better placement
My heart's in a race, foul smell, bitter taste
Apparently my mama raised a disgrace, and I
Can't stand to look her in the face
I failed her intention just lock me in a case
Or more like a coffin
Just mute all my coughing
Help me
Help me
Extend my hand, place a pen for me to sign
Assimilate me into your brand
I want to stand on my own, I'll meet your demands
But you have to fulfill the long shot of my plan
Do it or don't, a shoe's in the door
Prop it open myself, since you can't find the will to condone
Broke my trust but not my backbone
At least I got to lay at rest laying at home
Head dropping to the ground digging and digging in dirt, trying to discover if the earth hid my worth
Ironic I'm worth more when I'm plant soil
It makes my blood boil
Forever turmoil
I swear, you don't know about that pain for real
Mind's fucked so bad but I'm hopeful still
Can't tell which is fake, can't tell which is real
Help me
Help me
Fail my fucking test to prove I'm the best
I dressed for success now I'm under duress
I was blessed at first, now a motherfucker's stressed
Settled for more , now I settle for less
Motherfucker told me I gotta make haste
Fell to the ground, no time for me to brace
I don't care about the bitch , make her ass about face, yeah, the shit give or take, yeah, I might bend or brake
But I won't
Sitting in silence with no one to confide in
They gravitate to fuckery and nonsensical violence
Defiance
I'm flying solo, no bro code, no hope or deep throats just concrete nurturing a dead rose
But this rose got thorns motherfucker
Defying fate, I'm going to kill the norns motherfucker
I wish I had a brother but I'm stuck with my mother
Can't complain cause she amounts to more than I'd discover
I swear, you don't know about that pain for real
Mind's fucked so bad but I'm hopeful still
Can't tell which is fake, can't tell which is real
Help me
Help me
Permanent scars, don't think I'll heal
If time were a bank, I swear I'd steal
Lord please grant me a record deal
Help me
Help me
I swear, you don't know about that pain for real
Mind's fucked so bad but I'm hopeful still
Can't tell which is fake, can't tell which is real
Help me
Help me

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