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BORDER LINE, the single

first single from the next Ruud Reiher's album. Lyrics: Mic check 1, 2, mic check 1, 2, yo, yo... VERSE 1 I'm B.O.R.D.E.R L.I.N.E. but not like you Judith, you are crazy for real. I understand you hate yourself, when I looked at your face, I couldn't guess what was wrong but anyways I scaped. I'm a border line, I come from the land of hash, I don't smoke shit, but in my hood is like food, you're 14 in the school, met your crew, all of them scooters, beer, gold, silver, swinging on you, you had nothing to do, ain't matter you just wanted walk through. A border in front of the mountains, Africa shows its greatness, you smell the smoke that makes all of them crazy, but fullfilled though of happiness. You're already 16, no more lonliness, your girl meets other guys, you go crazy with it, swing on them both, eyes full of blood, jelousy ain't word enough. Call your crew, scooters doing 90 on the highway, 2 bands met in the darkness, your girl cries now wants you get through. Now it's too late, 2 stabs with a knife one in the heart made the game off cause of you. You're 18, free from home for boys, prison only made you get worse. You ain't living no movie, it's just a drama, a well-known drugdealer get involved with your grandma. On the border you live while the others go further, got a new girl, she likes playing with the fire, she obeys and sticks good the role loves the drama, she enjoys, suffers your anger and feels like a Dama. You got now 4 wheels, noise, cocaine and pills, bigger crew, gold in your teeth, that is my hood, if you ain't got a crew, stay home, talk to nobody if you wanna walk through. CHORUS Border line, ain't that a crime, tha grey color was never on my side, life ain't long enough to waste your time, if you ever met me, you'll always keep me in your mind. I don't cry it out of my mind, staying home alone ain't a desire. VERSE 2 I'm a border line, I layed down on the corner now I'm on the other side, extremes are my fine, do everything to feel fine, job is the same shit, but do music that makes me feel free, I found my line. I try hard to release tha habits that made me be on the border line that I've been, and it's only me who writes about me, the others only spit shit about me, I express myself better, I ain't so naive. I see again mountains, it looks the same shit, only a bit colder, still snow around, but not in my nose, I ain't no more down to it, I smile like a clown with a tear on my mouth. I'm border line, love me or hate me, but don't make me waste time, cry with my music, settle yourself down, gimme your hand, accept myself, my past ist my present but I learnt what to do to be no more in the shit. Now writing songs, my soul sleeps and gives me this flow full of gold. I hated being in the middle, extremes are my home. I only have friends or enemies, there's no other choice, I was caged in the wrong life, had a different voice, now I write, hard, dry and moist, all at the same time, so you can cry and enjoy, sit down and listen to my point of view, what I lived in my hood, and the hands that pushed me out of it too. Gotta be thankfull but at the same time was my doom, you cannot make people refuse what they love to do, don't forget that the leaves are attached to the roots, you can call me Ruud. I do no more metal, I neither do rap, I just play what my hands and my voice and my heart and my soul tell me to do. I got no support, gotta do everything on my own, nothing will stop me or avoid that I go on and on. It's the only way it will come true, so never give up, no matter what the others tell you to do. I wear headphones cause I don't wanna hear. I always look ahead, got nothing to fear, you'll never beat me, it's part of my gear, look at my arm, your insecurity will disappear, come on dawg, let's get a beer, when it's dark it's medicine that makes me not see myself weird. Gotta do all on myself, finding myself, alone in studio, hours lost, 2 years my sight on the floor, starting again, feeling myself small, selfsteem was gone, everybody around putting me down or at least trying to, but there's a point in life a man gotta rise and let no more nobody staying on that unrespectful side, Ruud Reiher is now back, hit my fist on the table, hit hard the punch, otherwise this rage that I got inside could make me die.