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Ugly Heroes

by Ugly Heroes

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Red Pill's Lyrics: Verse While these motherfuckers pop bottles, I'm taking pop bottles back up to the store so I can get some top ramen What the fuck they know about that rock bottom? Everyone I know is feeling downtrodden, everyone I know has thought about robbing And I'm not talking about a stick up I'm talking lifting up that drawer before that afternoon pick up Shattering that tax bracket you sick of On some get up, get out and get something shit, come on... The mind wanders when you're poverty stricken And only hope you're holding onto is a lottery ticket Bills piling up, don't see you smiling much Start thinking of some violent stuff Like why the fuck don't I just get a pint of rum, a nine and tuck it in between my teeth and say goodbye, I'm done Economy is down and suicides are up We'd rather die by a gun than let this world be the death of us Verse 3 This world'll fuck you and expect you just to smile through it Waking up is a reminder, thinking why do it? They wonder why these motherfuckers snap One minute a family man until he's walking in that plant and he's thinking, "Where the fucks my overtime?" Last resorts become solutions to a sober mind An empty bottle, list of fucking demands Like "Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?" Chorus So what the fuck are we supposed to do? What the fuck are we supposed to do? Don't even have a rope to hold onto, so what the fuck are we supposed to do? No way out for us to make that move, so what the fuck are supposed to do? What the fuck are we supposed to do? Tell me, what are we supposed to do?
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Red Pill: Verse This fucking buzz is wearing off, I'm preparing for the worst I'm sick of staring at these walls And I should go to bed, I need to fucking shower I'm supposed to be at work in just a couple hours Instead I pour a whiskey sour, thinking this entire planet isn't ours, no matter what they say We see the shift in power, compare the digits in their bank to yours and wonder what we should be thankful for? These student loans? This stupid phone I rarely ever answer, people wonder what I do at home? I sit around with Kath and eat and drink a lot, cuz I don't like to think a lot Cuz when I think I tend to get myself in trouble, my blood pressure doubles And anxiety is coupled with not so subtle hints that try to tell me What I'm doing isn't healthy When people try to help, I just tell them go to hell Let me worry about myself Chorus I spent a lot of time caught up in my mind Trying to figure out what's wrong Trying to find home, I feel it on my own I never thought it'd take this long Too much going on, writing these songs and everybody else moved on Feeling left behind, trying to find home I never thought it'd take this long
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About the album: An Ugly Hero is considered a myth. Growing up, the heroes we saw in cartoons and movies were perfectly chiseled, intelligent, and had senses none of us possess. An UGLY HERO is the everyday blue collar individual that makes the world go 'round. These are the heroes that work hard all day, everyday to help ensure that the lives around them are taken care of, and do it all without recognition. They wear themselves into the ground and sacrifice vanity for family. Apollo Brown, Verbal Kent, and Red Pill are UGLY HEROES. Red Pill's Lyrics: "Now I was sitting in my car, chain smoking on my break Windows open start to notice that I'm hopeless everyday Between the hard drinking and the smoking Start thinking about the folks who gotta do this till their graves You can't afford to walk up off the job You gotta get your money and your money is your god So now at least seven days a week, you see my trading in my soul for somebody to keep Whole parking lot smells like weed Coworkers selling coke out of their SUVs When you can't afford to live off the wages that they give Can't afford to feed your kids, time to do some other shit These situations got them faced with different combinations Plus they lock them up in a safe, shit... We need to find a way out, need a new escape route We're digging up our graves now Chorus So where you trying to go? Gotta dig them up You're moving too slow, better pick it up They break us on down till we're giving up Put us in the motherfucking ground They don't give a fuck And when it's us they ain't giving much And when it's them they don't get enough Look them in their face middle finger up They're trying to put us in our graves
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Red Pill: Verse They say it's hard to be yourself more than anybody else Nobody knows what you've felt or that pain that you Been going through on a daily basis Up and down so the change comes in phases We're living in a judgmental place Where some settle being somebody that they fake All for the sake of saving face, but you lay awake And wonder who that person is you made You struggle with the thought of you continuing Living in that skin that you aren't comfortable living in And even Chris and Red Pill should be synonyms But getting in this industry of fake fucks is killing him Living by that turned cheek and bit tongue Wasn't how I was raised and it isn't where this kids from That goes for rap life and real life They've been doing it forever, about to see just what it feels like
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Verse Woke up feeling like, who gives a fuck? My day off, go get a cup Go grab a bag, go roll it up Sun is shining, I take a puff I pass it off and I'm feeling good Time to get some lunch, I probably should Hit the mouth wash, then I'm out off into the world, feel like getting lost And all I got is dreams, my mind feeling right So there's nothing in between The spaces in my memory are nothing but it seems Today is any other day, a certain shade of green (so it seems) No need for explanation, I'll take the invitation To feel like celebrating--for no reason at all It doesn't happen often, the life that we get caught in World that we get lost in--means nothing at all Bridge You can't say nothing, got my mind state above it I don't got the time for dealing with you I'm ready and I'm trying to do something Already got a cup and feeling right - I got nothing to do I'm living my life And I'm feeling good, feeling great (x4)
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"That dude Apollo told me black out..." Verse 1 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 rising knowing what's on the horizon Like I'm rising, but already feeling tapped out Like my cash cow is fresh out of milk And empires taking diligence and effort to build And nobody pays attention till the messenger's 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 in the field But still, I'm trying to better than Pill You know my head it gets filled With politicin' like Obama and a Senator's bill With thoughts spinning, walk with him, lost in it Liquor store blues, how's that medicine fell? Chorus Walk with me in this dark city With this heart skipping, where the people talk shitty Where it's hard living and now every parts given And it's party pretty and it's part prison Where we stay with complaints and decay with the paint We play with the pain while we're waiting on that new thing We wait and we want for the day we get on But this is life motherfucker, what did you think? Verse 3 There's a lot of days I gotta take a step back And anyone who's ever been there respects that Cuz when I get vindictive, I get intricate and specific as a pin prick is Most of my bullshit in this, is self inflicted I know that, I help this sickness Most of my problems I create It's hard to swallow what I ate, but scrape the bottom of that plate So am I following mistakes? Or do I make them on my own and chalk it all up to my fate? Cuz 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 interrupt and they are not quiet So is it something to get used to? Or something that I already knew and just had to move through?
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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 all I know, I've seen 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 Games we play 1 -who's keepin me from the top, me, Yeah, it's me 2- What keeps me punchin the clock: it's me . yeah it's me 3 -Who runnin circles in place: me -runnin the wrong way in the race: me ....In the end ill have to face, me: ...in the end ill have to face, me: Verbal Kent: hey yo this 1 grinds not new to me: hustle like this day could be my last, just consider this my eulogy back in school they 2 hoped they'd find a teacher that get trough to me, knew there wasn't Jack that they could do to me...until they booted me 3 I puff, puff..passed...asked to get my work in, All I ever turned in were rough,rough, -drafts 4 got in with the wrong crowd, None of us was on shit, despite, learned to do some wrong shit Right: 5 and no one told me stop Dan, no one had kahones big enough to make me stop and, see where I was goin so 6 I owe it to myself, as the only one ashamed, and the Only one who gave a fuck about who I became and, 7 life has a shape an it's a circle in a square space- -And it's a race: to fall UP a staircase 8 clear case of optimism: I think I can fly fam, Anything is mine, and who's to blame if not: I am.

about

An Ugly Hero is considered a myth. Growing up, the heroes we saw in cartoons and movies were perfectly chiseled, intelligent, and had senses none of us possess. An UGLY HERO is the everyday blue collar individual that makes the world go 'round. These are the heroes that work hard all day, everyday to help ensure that the lives around them are taken care of, and do it all without recognition. They wear themselves into the ground and sacrifice vanity for family.

Apollo Brown, Verbal Kent, and Red Pill are UGLY HEROES.

credits

released May 21, 2013

produced by Apollo Brown
vocals by Verbal Kent & Red Pill

Recorded by Tate McBroom @ LabCabinRoyalOak
Mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc
Mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A (Detroit)
Executive Produced by Michael Tolle

Press by J. Kim for Synergy Works, LLC
Physical Distribution by FatBeats
Digital Distribution by The Orchard

Special Thanks: Corey Sheridan, Joe Dent, Austin Hart, Jamie Williams, IJ 117.
Rest In Peace: Michael Andrew White & Bernard Bayer.

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