[Intro: Red Pill]
Just looking for some vindication, a little bit of validation, just looking for some vindication

[Verse 1: Red Pill]
We learn to walk like a God does
Cause even God has his off days
Cause when you take a moment, stop building, start feeling
You might get caught up in that cross fade
It's somewhere in between the ear
place where we believe in fear
Saying [bad word] that we don't need to hear
I think I'll leave that beer sitting on this bar
So the tender doesn't count, never rendered the amount
That I spent on the cost, pennies for your thoughts
Now let me take a walk on through that childhood
Living in those wild woods, started thinking why would
I ever be so clever on that mic if the vibes good?
I wrote a whole lotta rhymes, most of them mediocre
Some will claim they're divine, I'm just trying to stay sober
Now if I could find that mind to ever find closure
Maybe then I could really see what's going on

[Hook: Red Pill]
Cause even God has His off days
Even God took a day off
So why we stressing out in spite of this past, of this fight
I'm sick of stretching out this life
Cause even God has His off days, yes
Even He took a day off
So why we stressing out in spite of this past, of this fight
I'm sick of stretching out this life 

[Verse 2: Red Pill]
So what do you think he thinks
When he's looking in that mirror and he's still afraid to blink
Believing if that even if he doesn't see himself
The fact will still remain that he probably needs some help
Sick of drowning in the pity, sick of looking at this city
Sick of no one [bad word] with me, I'm sick of [bad word] rap
And I don't need to ask if she's growing tired too
What the [bad word] would make a difference?
I don't need that point of view
Pennies for my songs, nobody sings along
I sit alone at home so I know the drinks are strong
Don't know why I bother, got it from my father
Procrastination, will power, can't save a dollar
Got an alma mater, don't know why it matters
They say "you did it proper", I'm still a broke rapper
Blue collar scholar, by now you know the laughter
And I don't think they really know what's going on

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Verbal Kent]
Listen
He lived his whole life waiting for his worst fear [bad word] [bad word] 
His family waited for him to undo
Undone he came, luckily his soul-mate stayed sane
Saw him as he plunged to his grave
Tried to hold his hand on this cliff, toward darkness
Saw her grip weaken started yelling out his name
His kin can only watch as his stock fall
One of them was by his side, other tuned in from afar
The latter made sure he'd never be like this
To the point he kept his distance, couldn't see him like this
Swore he'd never live a life of regret
Never set himself up to fail, he would die trying
After visits he would lie crying
If only Dad would've given himself a fighting chance, he'd be high flying
It's never too late, this verse isn't done
Every son waits and learns from what his father's [bad word] 

[Hook]