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Apollo Brown
That dude Apollo told me black out
Got that pressure feeling like it's really building on the surface
Chilling, underneath I'm cracked out
My blood pressure rises knowing what's on the horizon
Like I'm rising but already feeling tapped out
Like my cash cow is fresh outta milk
And [?] taking diligence and effort to build
And nobody pays attention to the messengers killed
I've been thinking lately I should make my exit and, chill
And that perspective's real
Getting caught up in my record [?]
See my competitors know that I'm ahead of the field
But still, I'm trying to be better than pill
So, you know my head gets filled with politics
Like Obama and a senator's bill
With thoughts spinning, walk with them, lost in it
Liquor store blues, how's that medicine feel?
So walk with me in this dark city
With this heart skipping where the people talk shitty
Where it's hard living and the [?] giving
And it's part gritty, and it's part prison
Where each day complacent and decay with the paint
We play with the paint while we're looking for that new thing
We wait every month on the day we get on but
This is life motherfucker, what did you think?
Red Pill told me black out
I wasn't always so blessed
I'm thankful, had so much less than what I have now
A rapper want beef I bring the mad cow
Put in work now, so we can walk the last mile
Mamma told me there'll be nights like this
A rapper will get [?], rocking mics like this
Must be, I know I cat she had nine lives
First week, I know you feel lines Verb speaks
This is life motherfucker, what you thought?
Students of the game, always [?]
Molotov cocktail all up in your thought
Find fragments of my life scattered all up in my art
I'm all up in it from start, finish to end
Till then keep manouvering
Moving on the right path
Moving with my pad, keep doing it
And there's a lot of days when I gotta take a step back
And anyone who's ever been there respects that
Cause when I get vindictive, I get intricate
And specific as [?] is
Most of my bullshit in this is self-inflicted
And I know that I helped this sickness
Most of my problems i create
It's hard to swallow what I ate [?] scraped the bottom of my plate
So am I following mistakes or do I make them on my own
Cause everyday it seems I wind up with another issue
Something to get through, more I gotta live through
And I get shocked by it, still surprised when the noises in my life in erupting, they're not quiet
So is it something to get used to or something I already knew
Just had to move through