Mass of Man, what up?

It's been a long time comin'

Music is an outlet when I'm strugglin' in my heart

If I listened to my parents, I wouldn't of been an artist

A special ed student, kids labeled me retarded

I'm afraid to show emotion, so I keep myself guarded

My heart is heavy from all the guilty that I carry

Anxiety sky high, the thought of the future scares me

Life's a long journey, somebody should've prepared me for the trauma that I'm facing and emotions that I bury

An obsessive overthinker who worries himself to death

A mess when I'm alone, it's hard to control my breath

Thoughts are overwhelming, it's hard to get any rest

I've tried coping mechanisms and different amounts of meds

Intrusive thoughts that ruminate in my head

Like, I hate it when my girl leaves my text on read

I feel like such a burden to my family and friends

My depression hittin' hard, I can't get out of this bed

Insidious, self-deprecating

Now I can't hear my real voice and it's overwhelming

If we stand up, keep on creating, and help each other, maybe we could change something

(Maybe we could change something)

I got all this self-hate inside, only this tequila and these pills help change my mind

I just numb it with the substance 'til my brain is fried

I chase the high, and I won't stop runnin' 'til my ankles lie broken on the pavement and I'm anxious 'cause the drank is dry

Layin' on my back, heartbroken, as I face the sky

Promise to myself, no matter what, I'll find my way this time

The drugs and the liquor turn lethal once they combine

So, Mass of Man, now we have a plan

Came a long way from sellin' dope out of Astro van

Used to divvy every gram up inside some wrapped saran

And now, I can't go back, like a cancelled plan

'Cause I'm an idol to the youth, so it's vital when I'm writing that I only tell the truth

It's so easy now for me to spot the liars in the room

So don't make me set another fuckin' fire in this booth

So what's the outcome? I'm explorin' the possibilities

The outcast, remember when nobody wanted to sit with me?

Now all these years later, I still held them all responsible

Our sold out tours provin' anything is possible, it's marketing

Insidious, self-deprecating

Now I can't hear my real voice and it's overwhelming

If we stand up, keep on creating, and help each other, maybe we could change something

(Maybe we could change something)