| Yo this is what happened:
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| Yo I woke up late it was like 10 in the mornin'
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| I was still half asleep and sleepy eyed, still yawnin'
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| I checked my voice mail to see who’d been callin'
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| I turned on my computer
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| Check my email logged on it
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| Junk mail, junk mail dog-gone-it
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| Everybody just tryin to sell me they product
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| But there was one email that just caught my optic
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| It said sucidal, took the mouse and clicked on it
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| She said «Dear KJ you don’t know who I am,
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| You probably don’t care cause im just another fan.
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| I doubt you ever read this, now but if ya can
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| Sometimes I slash my wrists and even cut my hands
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| And I feel all alone like nobody understands
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| And I’m gonna end it tonight I got the whole thing planned
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| Pop pills, leave a note on my night stand
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| Signed sincerely, Your Number 1 fan
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| Can someone now please help me
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| Will someone now just please help me
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| Can someone now please help me
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| Will someone now just please help me
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| My heart is poundin as I start to type back
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| Why do you feel this way do you mind if I ask?
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| Whats the source and the cause of the pain that you have
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| How did you get this way, is it something from the past
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| God cares about you, I hope you understand that
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| Please don’t end your life, I beg ya please write back
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| I finished typin', I sent the email quite fast
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| I bowed my head and prayed with all the strength that I had
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| She said «Man KJ I didn’t even know you would write me.
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| Let me explain why noone could ever like me
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| It all started when my father used to strike me
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| Raped and confused every since 1990
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| He’s gone now but I can’t put it all behind me
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| I tried to run away but my pain would always find me
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| Is God really the one who can help me (yes He is)
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| Signed tonight your Number 1 Fan
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| Dear number one fan I gotta lot to tell you
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| But with the email there is only so much I can help you
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| See I know a Father who could never ever fail you
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| He’ll give you a love when nobody ever cared to
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| I know you might feel like everybody hates you
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| And you feel like you got noone you can relate to
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| But death feels like the best place to escape to
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| But thats a lie that Satan, he just wants to tell you
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| I’m sorry that you were abused, your father raped you
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| But you gotta get some help cause nobody can make you
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| I know its hard to face but God will give you the strength to
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| I know you gots a lot of things you gotta work through
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| But with this help I know that you can break through
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| I seen it myself all the times He came through
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| Tell me what you think of what I sent you
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| I’ll be prayin', Sincerely KJ-52
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| Yo, I’d be pretending if I said this story had a happy endin
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| But after that night I never heard from her again
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| That night I tossed and turned lyin on my bed en
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| Cryin and prayin with these thoughts runnin through my head en
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| Did she do it, take her life, or wind up dead en
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| Or did she not choose it, just listened to what I said en
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| Maybe she never got the last one I was sendin
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| Was it my fault was it something I shoulda mentioned
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| Every mornin I would just check my email
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| Checkin for any detail, hopin an prayin that shes well
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| My emails came back sayin that they’d failed
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| No such address for Number1Fan@hotmail
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| Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months en
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| Time would pass and I just heard nuthin
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| No letter no email no not even just somethin
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| What happened to my Number 1 fan I’m still wonderin |