Borderline

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 your uncle living in his car You would help him out, but you're the splitting image of your father So giving is a tardies 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 they could pour a small glass, sipping on the drama They say what we're 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 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 The day I get bored, I'm borderline Three options; music, sport or crime