MI Highways

Mic check, mic check, unh

I been chewed up and spit out
Mic been used to vent out
Trials and tribulations made it hard for me to get outside
With the enemy, just know you're not a friend of me
Might get you with the blade fo' I get bent outta shape

Had no idea all the strength it would take to survive as a black man
Feels like the land I'm walkin' in is met with vicious backhands
And I can only blame myself for real
My momma told me as a kid some of the stuff that I would deal with
So now whenever I need a break, I'm peelin' off
To where the uni will take me
Usually some trees and grass where nature will bake me
Need an artist for the artist, a colored pencil to come trace me, oh

Breakin down barriers, got a bad habit of turnin' now into later
Work hard to take home the fruits of your labor
Play hard and take a bite and savor the flavor of truth
Of how when I step inside the booth
The aura so big, it cuts the greatest sensei into two
A self-taught swordsman with the pen
I find it more cool to follow in your interest than a trend

Look at the makeup of the caked up baes
And tell me if that's something you really want
Look at the way that you been spending your days
And tell me if you're really wanting the blunt
Look at the plate that you've been crafting yourself
And tell me if your life is right with ya' guy
Or take a drive on Michigan highways to go forget it all, just this once

Okay, unh, unh
Let out lowly grunts frustration when I fall short
Ain't no excuses when the game is in your ball court
Tween, tween behind the scenes but I'm clamped up
But the feeling of not moving got me amped up

Found rhymes in my notebook from many years ago
Gave a spark of hope when I had realized the growth
Reverted to the bread man, I thought I was toast
And you can't butter up a psychic and then claim that you're the nicest
With intentions running deeper than your vices
And there's no spices in ya' cabinet, I'm bout to call you Isis
Just off your pfp, I know your type is someone of no importance
And the more you try to bring me down, I rise and rise just like a forklift

You're lagging like a tortoise
You couldn't handle all the bars, I turned the flow to portions
And the view of my success has got you scorchin' don't it?
That's how I felt when I was told in that specific moment
That I might have to live in this box, not a joke
Everything's on me, I heard from my folks
Air so thick inside this box, man I'mma choke
Only taste of freedom in here is when I coast, sooo

Look at the makeup of the caked up baes
And tell me if that's something you really want
Look at the way that you been spending your days
And tell me if you're really wanting the blunt
Look at the plate that you've been crafting yourself
And tell me if your life is right with ya' guy
Or take a drive on Michigan highways to go forget it all, just this once