Big Smo - The Message lyrics

I know something you don’t know You gon’ make it on your own I know something you don’t know You gon’ make it on your own You gotta just keep your head up, gotta keep your head up Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up The message read… “Dear Mr. Smo, I’m your biggest fan I was introduced to your music by my best friend Who told me if you dig hip hop mixed with a little country That this would definitely rock So track after track I fell right in And your YouTube videos, I gave them a spin And I must say I was really impressed You got a lot of talent and you really are blessed I was born in the city, never been to a farm But your words made me feel like I’m right in your yard On them 32 acres with a hundred head of cow Hanging by the barn, I could hear them sounds Of the bullfrogs singing, dinner bell ringing Jacked up trucks of your kinfolk ringing Pabst Blue Ribbon, but what’s Cedar Pine? I’m not quite sure but it does sound fine I started following you on your social feeds And I see that you help out your fans in need So I’m giving this one good shot And I hope that it’s you that checks your inbox I was diagnosed with cancer and it’s getting hard Don’t go to school anymore but I’ve been praying to God While taking chemo with my headphones on Blocking out the pain with the words in your songs Now I’m taking my sickness down a bumpy road And I’m working to fight off this last back hoe And “My life in a jar” really touched my heart Feels like I know and we’re from the same part Of the stix that you love, that home sweet home Oh, how I wish I really could go So, Big Smo, my question is Will I ever get to meet you and all of your kids? Smell mama’s quick chicken, ask her for more It would be my biggest dream and so much more My parents say you’re busy out on tour this year So if you come through my city I hope I’m still here Either way you have changed my life And you been a big help while I fought this fight And I want you to know you’re a heck of a man Sincerely kinfolk, your number 1 fan” I know something you don’t know You gon’ make it on your own I know something you don’t know You gon’ make it on your own You gotta just keep your head up, gotta keep your head up Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up What up little kinfolk, this your big homie I was reading through my messages and saw what you wrote me And I gotta be honest, this caught me off guard I get a lot of feedback but nothing this hard First I wanna thank your friend that shared my tunes Tell him he’s the reason why I still do what I do And it means the world to me when the music breaks through And finds an open mind which brings me to you I see you’re not a country and you live in a city Never been on a farm or shopped at the Piggly Wiggly But that don’t mean that you ain’t country at heart There’s more to being country than just living on a farm Sounds to me like you got it buried deep inside And underneath it all you got a lot of southern pride Why else would you wish to come hang with some cows Hit them old back roads, getting rowdy and loud You’ve been studying the lifestyle of what it’s all about Soaking up the sounds and the smells of the south You know them 32 acres where we like to ride When my folks come over and we kick it outside By the way thanks for asking, my kids are doing fine We just stay with my mom, quick chicken peach pie They can’t wait to meet you and hang at the pond Laughing and fishing while singing my songs They love bumpy road and working by far They were just little girls when I wrote “Life in a jar” And I don’t know how to say this ’cause it breaks my heart To hear about you being sick man it tears me apart You’re way too young to have to fight this fight And I’ll bring a whole army to be by your side Hit my knees and pray to God before bed every night That you win your battle with the cancer inside So just know little homie you ain’t fighting alone If I don’t come to your city then I’ll bring you to my home Because dreams come true, we’re the proof for that Keep your head up kinfolk, please holler back I know something you don’t know You gon’ make it on your own I know something you don’t know You gon’ make it on your own You gotta just keep your head up, gotta keep your head up Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up Keep your head up, gotta keep your head up