Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blessing and a Burden, artist - K Rino.
Date of issue: 08.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blessing and a Burden |
Who was that? |
Your creative needle has to keep moving |
‘cause the burden of being great is always having to prove it |
Your creative needle has to keep moving |
‘cause the burden of being great is always having to prove it |
Generously the creator gave this gift to me |
Since then I’ve been persistent with its upliftment because I’m thankful for |
its delivery |
From the start of things, prospering was a fore-dream |
Th process was exhausting |
As I birthed my skill and nurturd it like an offspring |
No resting, I felt greatness was destined |
‘cause my creative expression started to undergo an accelerated progression |
A fresh pen became my best friend |
And once I embraced that connection my affection for writing was never in |
question |
No secret, the accolades came frequent |
And with each sentence, the people would seek to see if I could equal it or |
exceed it |
Ran straight through every bar that I was faced with |
Saw greatness in the distance, challenging me to a race, that’s when I chased it |
I caught and wrestled it into submission |
Started living with the thought of to precision |
And though I’m grateful for creative thought flames I’ve been given |
To live up to my standards I became painfully driven |
A blessing and a burden |
The lesson here is urgent |
This gift that I possess made me feel stressed and undeserving |
My standard was established while the rest were just emerging |
It’s an endless quest to still inject the message in the wording |
A blessing and a burden |
The lesson here is urgent |
This gift that I possess made me feel stressed and undeserving |
My standard was established while the rest were just emerging |
It’s an endless quest to still inject the message in the wording |
No one forced me to pick up this torch, it was self-handed |
Now on this lonely island of high standards I felt stranded |
The pressure quickly found my back and upon that it had landed |
I hadn’t planned to answer to that contrasting dynamic |
The parameters expanded, to maintain that was relentless |
The demand for more music doubled and it came back with a vengeance |
Like a true professional, I remained ethical |
‘cause falling a step below my excellent expected flow was unacceptable |
Even when sleepy I’m conceiving deeply |
The beats would incarcerate me |
And only after completion they released me |
For decades now I’ve wondered if I’m crazy for continuing to feed the very |
insatiable nature that enslaves me |
What controlled me as a youngster still entraps me when I’m older |
Sunlight taps me on my shoulder after collapsing in my folder |
To make my work authentic and not fraudulent |
So when my fans debate they can present it in their arguments |
A blessing and a burden |
The lesson here is urgent |
This gift that I possess made me feel stressed and undeserving |
My standard was established while the rest were just emerging |
It’s an endless quest to still inject the message in the wording |
A blessing and a burden |
The lesson here is urgent |
This gift that I possess made me feel stressed and undeserving |
My standard was established while the rest were just emerging |
It’s an endless quest to still inject the message in the wording |
Expectation strengthened as my name was lifted |
The people fanned the flames, and the initial dose of praise became addictive |
But to think it’s ego-driven is absurdity |
My purpose is to usurp every previous piece of work that you’ve heard from me |
So minus all excuses and no matter what I’m going through |
I wrack my brain to make sure I don’t slack or disappoint you |
I don’t ever cheat my creative integrity |
Or let one bad record leave any negative blemishes on my legacy |
I stretched the boundaries to see how far I could get |
So now I live with the consequences of the bar that I set |
And yet it doesn’t matter consistently how you’ve been |
I could put out nine albums in one day and somebody gon' say now do ten |
And if I did have any drop-off, it ain’t been much |
New artists coming everyday, gotta keep up with that influx |
I strain to write each word for each new ear that hears me suddenly |
‘cause I never know which song will be their first when they discover me |
A blessing and a burden |
The lesson here is urgent |
This gift that I possess made me feel stressed and undeserving |
My standard was established while the rest were just emerging |
It’s an endless quest to still inject the message in the wording |
A blessing and a burden |
The lesson here is urgent |
This gift that I possess made me feel stressed and undeserving |
My standard was established while the rest were just emerging |
It’s an endless quest to still inject the message in the wording |