Brother Ali - Tight Rope lyrics

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 it'self 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