The Message

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-, 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 'em 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 make me feel like I'm right in your yard

On them 32 acres with a hundred head of cow

Hangin' by the barn I can hear them sounds

Of the bullfrog singin', dinner bell ringin'

Jacked up trucks of your kinfolk bringin'

Pabst Blue Ribbon, but what's Cedar Pine?

I'm not quite sure, but it does sound fine

I started followin' you on your social feeds

And I see that you help out your fans in need

So I'm givin' this one good shot

And I hope that it's you that checks your inbox

I was diagnosed with cancer and it's gettin' hard

Don't go to school anymore, but I've been prayin' to God

While takin' chemo with my headphones on

Blockin' out the pain with the words in your songs

Now I'm takin' my sickness down a bumpy road

And I'm workin' to fight off this last bad cold

And my Life in a Jar really touched my heart

Feels like I know you and we're from the same part

Of the sticks 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, askin' 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've 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 one 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-, 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 readin' 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 nothin' 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 boy, 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 bein' country than just livin' 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, gettin' rowdy and loud

You've been studyin' the lifestyle and what it's all about

Soakin' up the sounds and the smells of the South

You know them 32 acres where we like to ride

Where my folks come over, and we kick it outside?

By the way, thanks for askin', my kids are doin' fine

We just stay with my mom, quick chicken, peach pie

They can't wait to meet you and hang at the pond

Laughin' and fishin' while singin' my songs

They love Bumpy Road and Workin' 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 bein' 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

Get on 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 fightin' alone

If I don't come to your city, then I'll bring it to my home

'Cause dreams come true, we're the proof of that

Keep your head up, Kinfolk, please, holla 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-, 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