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 cant go their civil warin'
 Listen solider forget getting over
 Prison state around the corner homeless is even closer
 Kids with similar skin color still don't even want ya
 Spit and insult ya 'cause they have 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 your getting older
 You don't live the way they did back in Somalia
 It's extra difficult to be a daughter
 Trying to keep it modest with the sinners all around you
 Wear 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 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
 Bedtime 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
 Mama was a Sunday school teacher
 Big brother a football squad leader
 Now far be it for you to disappoint or displease them
 You're just being what you feel you see in
 That mirror every time you peer in
 Swallow the tears inside that empty feeling
 Her 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 'em
 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