Borderlines
Written & Produced by Xolisa

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I was born into 
a middle class
on the borderline of poor
& fluctuated circumstances
i couldn't see
i was born into a middle class
bouncin' back & forth 
on the borderline of 
poor & fluctuated 
circumstances (repeat)

you see,
i was born into
a middle class
on the borderline of poor
& fluctuated circumstances
on a first glance
i see my mama's eyes
as she looks away from mine
to face the world
ready to pound the city's pavement
in persistance
of this city's wishful mission
as her grip it stiffens
standin' on this curb i feel the difference
standin' on this curb i feel the difference
standin' on this curb
my hand in hers
i feel the grip of no resistance 
to 
whatever may come in the way
cuz we were not here to stay
we kept it movin' 
kept it movin' like the fluid of my flow
this city's concrete
i know just like my own soul knows its own purpose
we on patrol
for a path that's far from perfect &
rain falls as we make our way through
pushin' past status quo's to wherever
wherever was her vision
we kept it movin'
i tried to listen
standin' on this curb
i can feel the difference

 

(you can catch me on the...)
cuz I was born into 
a middle class
on the borderline of poor
& fluctuated circumstances

i couldn't see
i was born into a middle class
bouncin' back & forth 
on the borderline of 
poor & fluctuated 
circumstances (repeat)
you see

the borderline
i'm standin' on this borderline 

the borderline
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& fluctuated
circumstances
don't hold up
my pops he kept it still
a slave to creative visions 
with consequences that I feel
& i want
& i live
& that i reap & stitch
the linings of these melodies which haunt his being
bangin' out these notes that hold his mind hostage
i've sat & watched him past the clock end
as the dawn would bring us to a new day
a new page
filled with colours we couldn't afford
but painted anyway
scrapin' sky lining's with mile high dreams
stacked on suites
built on roof top scenes
& broken seams allowed his mind to soar
& when it seeps 
it stains
when it rains
it tends to pour
so i prepare for the commin' of the storm 
as i look on into my window
his window
is where the colours turn info into a new meanin schemin'
i've sat & watched him conquer demons - dreamin'
while sippin' on a glass of the sweetest treason
pass to the diligent diabetic
with a reason
i've been thinkin
that it's time that i
let my
resentment 
go

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