Original beat by my man Papa Franku. Song: Dumplings.

Cookin'

Let's dive in to the more emotional side of Apollo. This is the kind of music I stand for. Original beat courtesy of XXXTENTACION - Let's Pretend We're Numb

Let Me Be Numb for Once

Free Smoke - Freestyle (Snippet)

Tell my city that I'm on my way 
Gonna put an end to the wait 
Check it, when it comes to rapping 
I'm what's happening 
I got it in my trap 
And you can see me 
pulling Rick Ross weight 
Better turn to God 
If you ever cross me 
Nowhere to hide? 
Better check a crawl space 
Tryna stay alive 
But it's harder these days 
You can see dead eyes 
When you're looking at my face 

Once upon a time 
I was so full of life 
Then my bed became a 
battlefield overnight 
I declared war 
On my very own mind
And for the soul that died in me 
It's burial time 

That's why I got dead eyes 
You showed me hell 
Fed me with lies 
Said "I need help" 
Won't act surprise 
I turned to you 
You chose to hide 
Bitch 
I needed you 
I pleaded for the sweet release 
Anything available 
To put the pain at ease 
I thought you were dependable 
To say the very least 
Truth hit me harder than an edible 
What a treat 

No sleep 
Burn the sheets 
Stop the fight 
I admit defeat
Raise the flag
Issue retreat 
Halt the attack 
Call back the fleet 

I'm traumatized 
By sleepless night 
I need a sign 
Should I be alive? 
I'm not fine 
Don't you realize? 
I could put on smile 
But look at my eyes, I got 

Dead eyes, dead eyes 
Watching you (x3) 
Dead eyes (dead eyes) 
Dead eyes (dead eyes) 
Dead eyes (dead eyes, dead eyes) 

My depression 
Put a pressure on me 
I can't shake the feeling 
And I'm feeling off beat 
Praise be nights
That it coddle me to sleep 
Its been a week 
And I need to eat 

I've been through less than hellish condition 
Irrelevant since it only bettered my commitment 
To meddle with my limits 
Put the petal to the metal 
Never settle for the image 
Of winning, I gotta live it

Gotta do it like Nike 
And I don't give a fuck if you like me 
I don't like myself 
On a high key 
But I don't waste time 
Thinking what I might be 
If I had a piece, most likely 
Pointed to the dome
In a place I don't really 
recognize as a home 
End me now
Before I come back harder than ever 
Like I'm a brethren of saiyan blood 

Dead eyes, dead eyes 
Watching you (x3) 
Dead eyes (dead eyes) 
Dead eyes (dead eyes) 
Dead eyes (dead eyes, dead eyes) 

Like, God why do I got issues?
Knew you once, now I miss you 
Forgive me, I'm just confused 
In the end I gotta trust you
That you made me how I am 
For a reason, lord 
To do this by myself 
Is unfeasible 
But I'll do what I gotta do
just to make this right
I just wanna take back my life 
And revive. my eyes.

Apollo the Son

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