Help Yourself

Norport Drive in 2005 Boombox on the porch shooting baskets outside 10 years old with all the confidence the world had to offer Thought that I could do it all thanks to my mother and father Maybe I'd play in the NBA then the majors in the spring And I ain't listening if you tryna tell me different That confidence would get me in trouble over the years But my heart's always been pure and without it I'd never be here The things that you hear started out with burning CDs Mom gave her collection of Billy Joel, Springsteen Aerosmith, Prince, Squeeze, Jackson five, McClean John & Paul, Rush, Queen, now I'm a junkie Love to play piano but I hate piano lessons I just listen to my favorite songs and figure out the chord progressions They seem to kind of just come to me Like there's something here underneath It's a feeling I only get when I sit down to touch the keys Then my neighbor got a MacBook for Christmas He's showing me GarageBand and what you can do with it Never forget what was racing in my mind I asked"you mind if I give it a try?" He said help yourself Silver Spring Drive in 2009 Go from Port to Milwaukee I'm lucky Jolene would drive In that yellow Beetle listening to all kinds of music I's just happy I had a senior girl to walk into school with All of a sudden I'm cool with people from all around the city And a lot of them don't look a thing like me But we're bonding listening to Forever in the locker room They'd point at the only white kid when Eminem's verse comes on And I swear I'd never miss a single syllable Starting to write songs just like the people that I listen to Lotta Kanye, Andre, John Mayer, I'm Talkin' Mac, Drake, Cole, Frank, Jon Bellion By senior year I start releasing my first songs Phone blowing up like"I ain't know you could sing!" I was hooked but I act like I'm not taking it that serious Then at night I'm staying up just working furious Still school and ball taking precedence over music I get offered to play D1 down in Houston I learned more after school than in About the most important thing You gotta get it no one's going to give it to you You gotta help yourself Camry in drive in 2017 I just moved to Chicago the place I always had dreamed Music my passion but nobody wants to pay me for it yet Plus I ain't spend all of that time going to school for no check So I get a job in consulting but it's taking from my true purpose Every week another flight living off of room service Feel like my soul is depleting feel like I'm losing my moment Feel like the world at my fingers but no one letting me hold it So I make my three year plan 1000 days preparing with my head in the sand I spent all of my free time and some of my paid time If I ain't have the time then motherfucker I made time Get a couple promotions I write 100 progressions A business plan with projections, no I ain't taking no chances Put in my two weeks - three weeks later there's a virus 'round the nation So I'm back to making music at my parents Like the old days just cooking in the basement Every day working on the songs that would change my life Consistently growing I think that's just my type Not every one is a hit but I'ma keep on writing Because then the right people started to notice Major label meetings flying out to both of the coasts It's making my confidence soar with Every meeting I take, every demo I make I'm getting better each day Then I met Shawn out in Vegas he said you got what it takes Let's get you out to LA and see just what you can do The first act of the play to make my dreams come true I didn't write it to inspire you but if it does then please, by all means Help yourself