[Verse 1] Third son out of four Middle of the middle, I’m ignored Hand-me-down dreams on the floor They all fit them, but they cut me raw Family photos, I’m half-cropped Smiling on the edge, then I fall off They talk plans like they talk stocks I just nod, staring at the clock Mama’s tired eyes on the bills Daddy’s loud voice, quiet guilt Big bro built a life on skill Little bro still fresh, unspilled Me? I’m stuck in between Too old to be saved, too young to lead My name said soft like it might bleed Like they scared I’ll break if I’m seen [Chorus] I’m the third out of four, slipping away Face in the crowd, colors gone gray Everything numb, what do I say? I can’t feel the ground, can’t find my way I’m the third out of four, fading fast Hands on the wheel, eyes on the past Heart full of sand, it leaks too fast Trying to hold on but I can’t get a grasp [Verse 2] Phone screen bright at 3 A.M. Scroll to the bottom of the same old friends Everybody posting their wins I’m just posting, then deleting again Unanswered texts in a row Typing bubbles, then they let go “Yo, you good?” I type “yeah, bro” But the truth too heavy to show College application came late Left it on the desk for days Ink dried up, lines half-made Guess I’m scared of a “no” and afraid of a “stay” I walk through my day like a ghost Laugh on cue, then vanish from the jokes They call my name and it echoes Feels like talking through thick smoke [Chorus] I’m the third out of four, slipping away Face in the crowd, colors gone gray Everything numb, what do I say? I can’t feel the ground, can’t find my way I’m the third out of four, fading fast Hands on the wheel, eyes on the past Heart full of sand, it leaks too fast Trying to hold on but I can’t get a grasp [Bridge] Do they see me sinking slow? (do they?) Or just think I’m laying low? If I scream inside my head Will it shake these heavy walls, or just my bed? I don’t want to be the one they miss After I’m gone, then they reminisce Want to feel real, not just exist Somewhere between their pride and their list [Chorus] I’m the third out of four, slipping away Face in the crowd, colors gone gray Everything numb, what do I say? I can’t feel the ground, can’t find my way I’m the third out of four, please hear this call If I reach out, will you catch my fall? I’m here, I’m hurt, I’m still that kid Trying to learn how to live, not just drift and forgive

rap, Melancholy hip-hop ballad with male vocals; slow, sparse piano over deep, roomy drums and warm sub-bass. verses are intimate and close-mic, with subtle backing vocal hums on key phrases. Chorus opens with airy pad chords and a soft, distant choir texture to widen the space, then drops back to the dry, confessional verse. Mix emphasizes vocal emotion, leaving space for breath and small hesitations., sad, hip hop, slow

Third Out of Four