Borderline

[Verse 1]

Written in the stars, this shit is a mirage

One minute you're advanced, then hidden in the grass

Now your brightest ideas are the dimmest in the class

You're sober, see you uncle living in his car

You would help him out

But you're the splitting image of your father

So giving is a tardis of tasks

But maybe you could do this mission in a mask

It's a waste of time thinking of the past

Get paid to mind to figures in the dark

You're scared of them, compared to them

We were flipping in the gaza

Where thеy could pour a small glass, sipping on the drama

They say what we'rе witnessing is karma

The guilty wouldn't be so aggressive, the innocent are karma

Telling me to smile while I grimace at disaster

Finishing your masters, your dinner and your afters

I'm sitting with my guard up (guard up)

Work hard but it's hard luck

My skin is dark blood

[Verse 2]

That means you know who I am before I talk, right?

And you propose I was damaged at the source, right?

And you get family support, I support mine

No hand-out's, had to force mine

The day I get bored, I'm borderline

Everyday trauma, normal life

Three options: music, sport or crime

[Outro]

The day I get bored, I'm borderline

Three options: music, sport or crime