“So, the first hook and verse is from the perspective of someone who is calling the hotline. And they want to commit suicide. They want to kill themselves. They want to end their life. So, I jumped on a tour bus that started in Los Angeles, California and ended in New York City. I did a fan tour, where I went to fans’ houses and shared meals with them. I hung out with them, played them my album before it came out.”
Fans I met randomly. They’ve said things like, “Your music has saved my life. You’ve saved my life.” And I was always like, “Aw, so nice of you. Thanks.” And I give them a hug and sh*t. But in my mind, I’m like, “What the f*ck?” And they’re really serious. They tat sh*t on their arms and get sh*t like lyrics that saved their life. And in my mind, I was like, “Man, I wasn’t even trying to save nobody’s life.” And then it hit me. The power that I have as an artist with a voice. I wasn’t even trying to save your life. Now what would happen if I actually did?
It’s beyond just this song. It’s the whole album. What can happen if I took myself out of my comfort zone and made a whole album about everybody and everybody’s struggles including my own, which is one I’ve never done. What if I silenced my own fear and I say, “I’m scared to talk about my race. I’m scared to talk about the state of this country. But I’m going to do anyway. I’m going to persevere. Man, how many lives can I really save then?”
“All this other sh*t I’m talkin’ ’bout they think they know it / I’ve been praying for somebody to save me, no one’s heroic / And my life don’t even matter, I know it I know it I know I’m hurting deep down but can’t show it / I never had a place to call my own / I never had a home / Ain’t nobody callin’ my phone / Where you been? Where you at? What’s on your mind? / They say every life precious but nobody care about mine.”