This is a song about "Help"

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Help us find our inner song

I came in industry without get any help

That happen to act like a black president

I told her all about how we been living a lie

Just to help me survive, or to help me stay fly

Have to admit i need help

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Your itch stick won't help none

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Just to help me survive, or to help me stay fly

Bout time i got my respect

Can't even ask for help

Ive already tried to get help

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent