[Verse 1:]
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Frigid frozen Minnesota
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Chip on his shoulder
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Sick sleeping on a pissy sofa
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Unwanted visitor in a different culture
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Missing home and he can't go their civil waring
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Listen solider forget getting over
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Prison state around the corner homless is even closer
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Kids with similar skin color still don't even wantcha
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Spit and insult ya cause they have been here longer
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He leave his crib he guaranteed the pigs approach ya
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Where ya going where ya from any weapons on ya?
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Your family is stressed out your getting older
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You don't live the way they did back in Somalia
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It's extra difficult to be a daughter
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Trying to keep it modest with sinners all around you
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Where the wrong garment your parents get an ulcer
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If you wrap it up the other children picking on you
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[Chorus: x2]
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Live in two worlds with your eyes closed
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Tip toeing on a tight rope
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Holding on for survival
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Nobody to blame this is just how it goes
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[Verse 2:]
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Holidays and you know what the business is
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You get two birthdays and two Christmases
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Older you get you resent how sick it is
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They're trying to cover their guilt with the gifts they give
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Bounce from his house to her house
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Too bad that marriage didn't work out
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Now you don't have a your house
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Daddy fighting mommy they both tell me they love me
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If I get to close to one the other one start acting funny
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Ma went and had a baby with a different dad
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You act happy to please em but you are really sad
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Seeing first hand that family that you will never have
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Plus you ain't no real brother, you're just a half
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Got to pick up the pieces and move on
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Bed time stories and greet them on the phone
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Live in two houses and neither one is home
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Wishing you were grown have the freedom to get gone
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3:]
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Daddy was a preacher, momma was a Sunday school teacher
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Big brother, football squad leader
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Now far be it for you to disappoint or displease them
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Your just being what you feel you see in
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That mirror every time you peer in
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Swallow the tears inside that empty feeling
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Her boy terrified to let the world in
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He has girlfriends but doesn't want a girlfriend
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He retreats inside himself
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Where he lives life itself in secret
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Daddy says people go to hell for being
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What he is and he certainly believes them
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Cause there ain't no flame that can blaze enough
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To trump being hated for the way you love
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And cry yourself to sleep and hate waking up
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It's a cold world y'all shame on us
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[Chorus x2]
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Tight Rope
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Brother Ali |