Kslayer - Tightrope (feat. Legend'son) Lyrics

I ignore what I'm told while walking on a tightrope
I try to block thee arrows while holding onto my hope
But I die slow
And I might fall

Walking on a tightrope
In other words I put my life on the line so
I could be the guy that shot the shot aimed for my goals
Sometimes it's hard to bless the Lord with all my soul
I suppose what I saw at the end of my rope isn't what most my folks
Reason with they try fold me under pressure
Think it's less when I tellem anything other than what I see
Makes me a mess, but even if I text it they won't seem to get the message
I get it, but please find a stone worth stepping
I understand the gestures and I guess that I should reckon
With what's imposed but it's so hard to digest em
There's a list of questions like a test and they need answers
Picking a course is like the healed that's in need of cancer
When I get a job will i find peace after
I wanna be who I am and not be an actor
I've been seeing actors with no Emmy awards
The type that bleed out of groans cause they hating they jobs
Follow your dreams little boy I live for this cause
But if my feet start off they gon' tell me I'm wrong
Like will i feed on this or live like a dog
Roaming the streets at dark with just a guitar
If I don't meet these needs
Of societal norms how will deal with thing like taking care of a broad

I ignore what I'm told while walking on a tightrope
I try to block thee arrows while holding onto my hope
But I die slow
And I might fall

Walking on a tightrope
If I fall I'm just hoping that I die dope
Before I even take off they want me headed for a glide slope
Icarus please you can't be seen around with high hopes
Clip your wings
Forget the dreams
Come back down to earth you have to break to fit the team
Unlearn all the freedom and embrace the corporate scheme
You should be climbing up the ladder
Securing the accolades
You should give all your soul to logic
Forfeiting your happiness
All they need to see is cheques to determine my success
Guess I can't deny I look good in a suit
But the noose around my neck is such a deadly pursuit
The guilt tripping all the emotional blackmail
Its for your own good its so secure that you can't fail
But then you hit 50 and realise that you miserable
You really gave up everything just to say that you're comfortable
Never dreamed that I'd be banging out a 9-5
But here I am all primed and proper
Yes Sir yes Ma'am Im slave to your orders
Then tomorrow I'ma do it all over again
With a smile on my face gotta secure the check
While I'm dying inside letting it go unchecked
I'm hanging by a rope most days
I can't connect to anything that the preachers says
Life is pain life is sacrifice I guess
And all my vices keep me floating the stress
How do I navigate through the pressures that I face
When I am uninspired, underpaid and so depressed
I gotta be able to live on my own terms
Create a life for me that don't fit in with your norms
If you could see what I could be
You would let me be great to do the things that'll free me

I ignore what I'm told while walking on a tightrope
I try to block thee arrows while holding onto my hope
But I die slow
And I might fall

I might I might die slow
I might I might might fall