Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tight Rope, artist - Brother Ali. Album song Us, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.09.2009
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Tight Rope |
Frigid frozen Minnesota |
Chip on his shoulder |
Sick sleeping on a pissy sofa |
Unwanted visitor in a different culture |
Missing home and he can’t go they’re civil warring |
Listen solider forget getting over |
Prison’s sitting 'round the corner, homeless is even closer |
Kids with similar skin color still don’t wantcha |
Spit and insult ya cause they’ve been here longer |
He leave his crib he guaranteed the pigs approach ya |
Where ya going where ya from any weapons on ya? |
Your family is stressed out you’re getting older |
You don’t live the way they did back in Somalia |
Its extra difficult to be a daughter |
Trying to keep it modest with sinners all around you |
Where the wrong garment your parents get an ulcer |
If you wrap it up the other children picking on you |
Live in two worlds with your eyes closed |
Tip toeing on a tight rope |
Holding on for survival |
Nobody to blame this is just how it goes |
Live in two worlds with your eyes closed |
Tip toeing on a tight rope |
Holding on for survival |
Nobody to blame this is just how it goes |
Holidays and you know what the business is |
You get two birthdays and two Christmases |
Older you get you resent how sick it is |
They’re trying to cover their guilt with the gifts they give |
Bounce from his house to her house |
Too bad that marriage didn’t work out |
Now you don’t have a your house |
Daddy fighting mommy they both tell me they love me |
If I get to close to one the other one start acting funny |
Ma went and had a baby with a different dad |
You act happy to please em but you are really sad |
Seeing first hand that family that you will never have |
Plus you ain’t no real brother, you’re just a half |
Got to pick up the pieces and move on |
Bed time stories and greet them on the phone |
Live in two houses and neither one is home |
Wishing you were grown have the freedom to get gone |
Live in two worlds with your eyes closed |
Tip toeing on a tight rope |
Holding on for survival |
Nobody to blame this is just how it goes |
Live in two worlds with your eyes closed |
Tip toeing on a tight rope |
Holding on for survival |
Nobody to blame this is just how it goes |
Daddy was a preacher, momma was a Sunday school teacher |
Big brother, football squad leader |
Now far be it for you to disappoint or displease them |
Your just being what you feel you see in |
That mirror every time you peer in |
Swallow the tears inside that empty feeling |
A boy terrified to let the world in |
He has girlfriends but doesn’t want a girlfriend |
He retreats inside himself |
Where he lives life itself in secret |
Daddy says people go to hell for being |
What he is and he certainly believes him |
Cause there ain’t no flame that can blaze enough |
To trump being hated for the way you love |
And cry yourself to sleep and hate waking up |
Its a cold world y’all shame on us |
Live in two worlds with your eyes closed |
Tip toeing on a tight rope |
Holding on for survival |
Nobody to blame this is just how it goes |
Live in two worlds with your eyes closed |
Tip toeing on a tight rope |
Holding on for survival |
Nobody to blame this is just how it goes |