Pick Up The Pieces
Lately life has not been treeating me well,
Matter fact i can compare it to hell,
When your in the mist of the struggle,
Seems like all the bullshit doubles,
Open wounds that dont seem to heal,
Leading me down a path i cant believe is real,
People always say be thankful your alive,
But whats the use of being alive if you cant thrive,
Nevertheless i hold my head up high,
Letting the devil know you dont got me this time,
When life tries to hold you down,
Pick up you head and put on your crown,
Its time i pick up the pieces,
God has me here for a valuble reason,
You have to struggle before your blessing,
Hows that for a valuble lesson,
Never will i let another stare me down,
Ill jus sit back and flawlessly put on my crown.
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