N. Michigan Gospel

(album: Wherever You're Going I Hope It's Great - 2021)

Who do I take my broken pieces to?
I don't think I can fix a broken piece of you
If I hid away, you'd find me anywhere I laid
How do I justify my peace to you?

Ayy, I feel some pressure been taking over
I been so sick of looking over shoulders
I been on a coaster, thoughts are going up and down
All my enemies always stuck around, but my circle getting smaller
Each day, I'ma shoot my shot of ballers, Steve Blake
I'ma fight for every dollar, sweepstakes
Feel the shock, I need a collar
I don't gotta chase my mind, I feel high everyday, I'm fine
If I lie, why the fuck I write?
To shine time in some potent lines
And go glide on the spoken rhymes
I'm gon' ride, put the car in drive
And pray life ain't backwards
Good days come after, minutes gon' matter
My head's in Saturn, can't live in a pattern
Brain gon' splatter

Who do I take my broken pieces to?
I don't think I can fix a broken piece of you
If I hid away, you'd find me anywhere I laid
How do I justify my peace to you?

I wonder if I spent all my life in love with magic
And how to make it happen
The irony is tragic
It's an all out war disaster
Oh God, certain things you can't imagine
My boy 17 with an Arizona tee
Drowning in the lights, camera, action
In a world full of fake plastic trees
I feel the pressure been building a star in the making
It's all fun and games 'til it's all for the taking
It's off with your head if your offense lazy
So often I'm pressed and depression is crazy
I roll solo dolo, my vision is blurry
My windows are shattered, my engine is breaking
So close to the edge and it feels so amazing
So pick up the pieces, I'm over this shit

This feel like the end of everything I ever wanted
Back on road, no looking back on what we started
If I had to go, it's weighing heavy on my conscience
You can pick up all my pieces in the morning
This feel like the end of everything I ever wanted
Back on road, no looking back on what we started
If I had to go, it's weighing heavy on my conscience
You can pick up all my pieces in the morning

Who do I take my broken pieces to?
I don't think I can fix a broken piece of you
If I hid away, you'd find me anywhere I laid
How do I justify my peace to you?