More Than Music

Verse 1: The other day a fan hit me up, he was fourteen/he told me that he smokes weed every day so he can escape what he’s going through so I asked him what he’s going through/he told me that he cuts himself every day/ironically I guess it helps him take the pain away/plus he drinks at night so that he don’t stay awake/he likes to play my music cuz he knows that I relate/he said that you know what it’s like to be alone don’t you?/see you understand me/you know what it’s like to live your life and not be happy/and by the way, when I heard you then I started rapping/there’s something about you Nathan, I know we’re the same and that we/have a lot in common/see I’ve been cheated on... I never knew my father neither, don’t know where he’s gone/I’ve never had no friends, I don’t know where I belong/I don’t even know you but I feel like you’re the only one that truly understands me... I just need your help/i just need someone to talk to, besides myself/I just hope that you reply so that we can have a conversation/because I don’t have nobody else, I don’t have nobody else, I don’t have nobody else

Verse 2: Another fan hit me up, she’s been thinking about suicide/I guess her boyfriend left her and she was traumatized/plus she had a miscarriage and her father died/she said she listens to my music cuz it helps a lot/it helps to pick her up whenever she just wants to drop/she said that’s why she hit me up so I could help her stop/swallowing these pills, that’s when I started to talk/I said you need to get professional help/yo where you at? Let me call a number/she said that it’s too late to help because she’s going under/I started freaking out so I said we should meet each other/I need to know where you live that we can see each other/I said that I’ll be on a plane tomorrow/I’m hoping she doesn’t do nothing stupid/a couple minutes past by, and I ain’t gotta reply, so I’m just laying awake in my bed and feeling useless/I don’t know what to do, this! Situations got me messed up/so I’m talking myself up/really thinking bout everything I said what/do you think made her get drugs/and walk up to the edge of/the cliff that we call life, and make her step over to death (breath and wind sound)/trying to wrap my head around it... yeah, trying to wrap my head around it...

Verse 3: I’m not your therapist, don’t come to me with situations if their perilous/I don’t have any training, I’m not prepared for this/I’m just a kid that’s making music as a character/It’s not that I’m not caring it’s just that I’ve gotta learn to take care of myself/cuz I’ve been dealing with my own problems trying to get help/I’ve been dealing with depression and some bad mental health/plus I’ve been dealing with the pressure for these records to sell/cuz if I don’t, well, I guess I’m out of a job/and I can go to work at Taco Bell again with a mop/and I don’t need to have my own place, I’ll live with my mom/and we can sit inside the living room and listen to songs/I bet you’d like that, but that’s not the point that I’m trying to make/the point I’m trying to make is that I’m trying find my way/in my own life, so please, give me that respect/sincerely yours, Nathan, I’m just a person like you