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skitzomichigan - picking up the pieces lyrics

[intro]
d_mn, touché, you did that
trevon! you know what it is man! skitzomichigan! let’s go! yeah!

[verse 1: skitzomichigan]
so they mad ’cause i got a little fanbase
it’s ok, i don’t f_ck with ’em anyway (no)
took time off just to get my life straight
lost weight but a n_gga didn’t lose faith
it was those that left me, people that stressed me, everyone counted me out
i was sleepin’ at bob joe house, sellin’ weed during in a drought, tryin’ to put food in siena mouth
the winter is cold but so is my dope, heart is still white when you livin’ in snow
so often the road the homie must go to make this money and bring it back home
my life back at the crib, it was something very drastic
trust me, i was doin’ shows, comin’ home to an air mattress
but i was faithful, not ungrateful, mentally i was comin’ unstable
becomin’ depressed, becomin’ someone who would settle for less, becomin’ a mess
they tried to take my black heart and say that i ain’t
’cause i rap for white boys who like to paint on they face
but i stuck to my guns and never had to squeeze the trigger
and the music i make has made me a global figure
the difference between bein’ a black man and a n_gga
when you pick up the pieces the puzzle gets bigger
so now

[chorus: nina]
you can tell when life a mess, sometimes i cry (sometimes i cry) pickin’ up the pieces
every day i pray that life won’t be this way when i pickin’ up the pieces (this way)
[verse 2: skitzomichigan]
i can let you know one thing right now, i came in the game to build
plant seeds in the field, ain’t gon’ change ’cause i signed to a deal (nope)
never been the same since a n_gga had a cricket
same homeboy that been drinkin’ out a spigot
every time you know i gotta show they ain’t payin’ for a ticket (nope)
they own support always came from the richest
i hope y’all feel it, this ain’t for you
you came to see me, it was fifteen people in the crowd
i was out in the back smokin’ two layered blunts in the back, no black & milds
don’t sit down, i’m a stand_up guy, team skitzo, put your hands up high
hand me the fork and the spoon for the piece of the pie, gotta go hard for my people to dine
the city is small, the problem is big, breakin’ bad and walkin’ dead
you can get a slug or a drug to the head, i bet your own kid never slept in a bed
let’s talk about trauma, talk about climbin’ out the hole like bang, release your rage
i can’t hear sh_t, what the f_ck is you sayin’?
joystick inside the toilet, sh_t, i ain’t playin’ this sh_t
but they be sayin’ that i can’t complain, i’m still breathin’ on planet earth
goddammit he_rs_ done make a family curse but i can’t afford to let it go in reverse
so if i believe it, i achieve it, and i go toe_to_toe with that demon
this puzzle has broken pieces, the streets, the family, i need it

[chorus: nina]
you can tell when life a mess, sometimes i cry (sometimes i cry) pickin’ up the pieces
every day i pray that life won’t be this way when i pickin’ up the pieces (this way)

- skitzomichigan lyrics

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