Question

How does it sound so far?

"I NEED HELP" - EmmE

(Page 1)

I’m sick of these pills.

When I got born
Doc got me mentally ill

Saw I had all this bilirubin
Sent me home shootin’
Rasin’ the bar on the monitor
Higher than Michael Jordan - he walked in
On his buddies doing cocaine and the maraujana.

One of my parents second guessed it and
Saved me from the morgue-ana
Don’t want them to mourn me, so I sleep with my teddies
Have to get ready

I’d like think I’m lyrically clever - just because I don’t have much melanin don’t mean I can’t go back into hell again.
All this discrimination, commotion runnin’ it deeper than the deepest ocean.
In people's veins, in their brains, spittin’ it out and keep goin.

Hearin’ voices still don’t know what, still don’t know where, still second guessin’.
Lookin’ in my books
Don’t know where
Still lookin’
Still stressin’

I don’t want to go
I don’t want to throw
(I) don't want to die
(I) don't want to cry
Eat another pill, maybe I will

Gotta survive
Wanna survive
Can’t thrive
That’s fine

Got two bucks, man, I’m too broke
Take these two bucks, buy myself two boats
Shove them down my own throat
Cuttin’ some dimes, cuttin’ my own wrist and my thigh, y’know what? what’s the time?

Oh- I don’t know

Answer 1

(Page 2)

Here’s the thing, I have memory issues, now I don’t like to tell it, and I’m tryna not sell it.
But I’m heading to the penitentiary
I don’t know what I did - Could be a million things, from robbin’ a bank down in Kansas or Lightin’ up some matches, man, I just want to see you burn to ashes.

Everyone needs time to relax, and God, I can’t get any
Taking my head to the axe, don't want to ask but… “Can I get any?”

NO!

Now, I don’t ask to sound mean, rude, mellow or melodramatic
I don’t want a medal or to meddle with mele-mel
But he has short arms, can’t even touch his own head
Maybe when he’s dead, he’ll be taller,.. like 6 feet under his homemade bed.

I (just) want to meet in the middle as a merchant, trying to open up, trying not to have a meltdown
I don’t want to sound monotonous, mellow or melodramatic,
I’d just like to study this moderately malicious mechanism that I can,
and I will work on it, become a mechanic, work a massive song down and die malevolent-ly.

I’m part of a machinery
Never met my maker
Know they exist, left a marker,
Too scared to check it

Right now I’m busy, trying to maintain myself, not pick up the hatchet.
Trying to be a mainstay to all my friends so they won’t end up dead.
Too maimed to move on, does that make sense?

Killin’ no one, wont pay rent.
Gotta do hard work, if I want to succeed,
Not with a knife, but in my own life.

I’m trying to sedate, participate, can’t figure out how
Take this knife
End it all
Don’t call
Starin’ at the wall

How do I not call,
End it all,
Stop starin’ at the wall?

Answer 2

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Pick up the cones and call
Stare at my bed
Pick up my head
Shakin’ my head
Shakin’ the bed
Cryin’ my eyes out

“Don’t wanna be dead”
“My family needs me”
“My friends dread me”
“Tomorrow needs me”
Pickin’ at the threads

*calling sounds*

“I need some help..”
“Kind of depressed, really depressed, don’t wanna get dressed”
Call: “How bad is it?”

“Well - I’m tryna not reach for my belt”
“Make a noose, make like my knife from the sheath and cut my heart out”