[Verse 1: Essam Temuri] Help-Mayday, there are so many Ferocious exchanges set in this Perceived golden age Of progress, and miscues, and violence Know, and see this dirt road- Of perceived hunger and poverty Draped on my shoulders-k**ing me Help-I need it-help-Echo I'm bleeding See, unanimously, my family is gone Help mayday-help mayday-where are The emotions, the heart, the days Of your sentiments of revolution- Where are the words that you spoken Hypocrite, coward-where are those schools That you promised. Help-mayday S.O.S. my ships getting sunk while Your party boat is with the rest Of the hierarchy-thought you would never Sell out, Echo you saying that this Is my fault, the poverty? [Verse 2: Essam Temuri] Help Echo I'm bleeding, I'm feeling As if I am irrelevant To the people who I live with- I am feeling like I ain't nothing In the eyes of God, and in the eyes Of you. Echo, even you need proof To prove that I am lazy- I am feeling that maybe, the blue Skies might turn dark, and k** me- I am feeling like I am just A statistic, a predicament, an obstacle For the U.N. peace keepers, for the strikes- Collateral damage to your pride A symbol of your might It is your people who did this I am living in this condition Cause of the people you attest with Looting the place where I am in- Giving I.S.I.S. those weapons, and Now my homeland is an atrocity of poverty Echo please help me