[Verse 1: Red Pill]
I'm sitting, stressing 'bout this life I chose
I hope they see it when I'm up behind that microphone
I know they'll look at me and wonder shit they wanna know
I start to question being real, did I just sell my soul?
And all I know is what I know, and see my past right
My father feeling lost and my mother read her last rites
Knowing nothing else but how to grab that glass tight
Thinking back on thoughts I was thinking 'bout just last night
Not sure I'm doing this for good reason
Start to think it's a mistake, how would it look leaving ?
Holding back and knowing that I'm better than
Everything I'm doing to myself, learned my lesson and
When I'm painting that reflection
Can't look back on it later, never leave a fucking question
You make yourself, nobody else
For better or for worse you paint that picture of yourself

[Hook: Verbal Kent]
Who's keeping me from the top? It's me
Yeah it's me
What keeps me punchin the clock? It's me
Yeah it's me
Who running circles in place? Me
Running the wrong way in the race? It's me
In the end I'll have to face me
In the end I'll have to face me
[Verse 2: Verbal Kent]
This grinds not new to me
Hustle like this day could be my last, just consider this my eulogy
Back in school they hoped they'd find a teacher
That'd get through to me
Knew there wasn't Jack that they could do to me
Until they booted me
I puff puff, passed, asked to get my work in
All I ever turned in were rough rough, drafts
Got in with the wrong crowd
None of us was on shit, despite
Learned to do some wrong shit right
And no one told me stop Dan, no one had kahones
Big enough to make me stop and
See where I was going so I owe it to myself
As the only one ashamed
And the only one who gave a fuck about who I became and
Life has a shape an it's a circle in a square space
And it's a race to fall up a staircase
Clear case of optimism, I think I can fly fam
Anything is mine, and who's to blame if not, I am

[Hook: Verbal Kent and Red Pill]