This Is Life - Ugly Heroes

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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 is real

Getting caught up in my record and how editors feel

See my competitors and 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 politicking

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 know every part’s given

And it’s part gritty, and it’s part prison

Where each day we’re complacent, decay with the pain

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 life’s like this

A rapper reincarnated, rocking mics like this

Must be, I know I cat wish he had nine lives

First week, know you felines Verb speaks

This is life motherfucker, what you thought?

Students of the game, always stay nor what you taught

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

Wanna pass it to the black of my heart tinted again

Till then keep manouvering

Moving on the right path

Moving with my pad, keep doing it

And there’s a lot of days 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 pin prick 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 but scraped the bottom of my plate

So am I following mistakes or do I make them on my own

And caulk it all up to my fate

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 interrupting, they are not quiet

So is it something to get used to or something that I already knew?

Just had to move through