When I was in the process of creating “Hip-Hop for the Soul,” I narrowed it down to about 20 instrumentals that would serve as the backdrop for the album songs. This instrumental came one night in my car during a long drive home. It was raining outside and I had a lot on my mind. The music understood my day and I started freestyling to it, recording it into my phone. The chorus and much of the last verse came as a result of the freestyle.
When I sat down to finish the song, I thought about some stories in my life of other people I came across who were carrying burdens. The first verse is a true story about a guy I met one day while I was getting lunch in downtown Atlanta. He shared his story, we ate, then went our separate ways. You never know what people are really going through until you take a moment to connect with them!
(Looking out my window, Looking out my window
Looking out my window, Looking out my window)
Driving down the road, trying to stay awake.
It’s been a long night, it’s been a long day.
Driving down the road, trying to get away,
It’s been a long night, it’s been a long day. (repeat)
I met a man today he stepped off the Greyhound,
Said he’s new in town and could I help him out.
I told him, “I’m not going to give you money,
But I’m headed to get food if you’re feeling hungry.”
He replied, “God Bless,” then we walked downtown,
Hit up the food court at The Underground.
I got the chicken with rice and asked what he wanted,
He said he’d have the noodles ‘cause it’ll stick to his stomach.
Then we sat and we ate, I asked what brought him this way,
He said he just had to get away.
“Get away from what?” “Get away from life.”
He’s from South Carolina, no kids or wife.
He said his family life was never really the best,
So he moved to Atlanta, so he could start out fresh.
I listened to every word, he was almost in tears,
He just needed someone to hear.
The rain’s coming down hard, but I’m still cruising,
My problems are real, but the world an illusion.
All these happy songs on the radio,
But people are broke and got no place to go.
The picture ain’t perfect and it’s going downhill,
To little take action, keep throwing up shields,
To dodge what’s real and get lost in addiction,
Then Jake got your body and your mind, no fixing.
We’re losing faith when we need it the most.
This journey ain’t over, no not even close.
So you can take my health, my house, my job,
Take what you want, but I still have my God.
I know I got issues that need worked out,
I can go from confident to being filled with doubt,
But you can take my family, my life, my car,
Take what you want, but I still have my God!