Music Saved My Life

As a child I would dream about it

Sometimes it wake me from my sleep and I would think about it

Making music was all that could keep me off these streets

I don't know where I'd actually be without it, but think about it

I dedicated like twenty years to the goal

I still ain't made a name for myself and it's getting old

How many more words can I enter into this phone

Without running out of topics and dropping interesting quotes

I know people around the globe is wishing that they had a chance

To get they hands on that advance that I just passed up

Hit the road and have at least two-hundred people at every show

Smoking until I choke, that sounds mad fun

And being able to pay my bills is a plus

But money I be spending for promos is twice as much

Not to mention if you get in to the club with all these other rappers then you gotta have the nicest stuff

So fuck it, man, I'm drinking 'til I'm blacking out

They know me around the city for acting out

My dad visited for the weekend, he got a taste

And left a day early, hit me with a text, "what's that about?"

I told him, "it's okay, it's not a problem"

But everyone around me seem to think that I can't stop it

But yet they always wanna go out on my tab, they jobless

And they looking for a way to get it popping

So I got them, I start chilling with my old friends

They all married with good careers

Envious of what I'm doing

But only if they knew

I would trade them for a second and be outta here

But I'm too addicted to this music

And I got eight siblings that I never see

In a room I never leave

Stuck on my computer watching other niggas catch some speed

All they songs is extra weak, confusion steady stressing me

Running out of patience, let the journey get the best of me

Thought I had the recipe, so I followed every step

Left my girl and moved away, I know she happy I left

Lil bro is all alone, mama need a bigger check

All my niggas falling off, I'm still tryna be the best

Locked myself inside this booth, started making hella tracks

Cry myself to sleep at night, swear I been to hell and back

Loaded up that gun I bought, withdrew everything I had

Put it all in envelopes, had it sitting in my hand

Wrote my mama letter, and apologized for suicide

I been on a mission that they talk about but few will try

Had my finger on the trigger, would have left it all behind

And lyrics popped into my head, maybe music saved my life

Maybe music saved my life

Maybe music saved my life

Maybe music saved my life

Yeah, maybe music saved my life