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First Born Curse [FULL SONG]

V3.5

[Instrumental] [Verse 1] Day I came into the world Heavy weight on me swirled First born curse it takes its toll Roles assigned yet no control [Verse 2] Bound by old ways hard to break free Searching my path where I can be me Stuck with rules that never bend Trapped in your world of pretend [Bridge] First born curse it's heavy and tight Stuck in the dark looking for light Caught between the now and then Want to live but I'm caged again [Chorus] Your love comes with conditions Tired of this pointless old tradition First born curse, walking on a tight rope This birth right is a pointless trope [Solo] [Spoken word] "I expected more out of you being the first born!" [Verse 3] Expectations high and strong Always told where I belong Unfair weight on shoulders cold Older child has to be bold [Verse 4] Every moment feels so tight Trying hard with all my might First born first to bear the weight Hard to shine but it's my fate [Bridge] Always asked to be the best Running faster than the rest You expect me to climb before I crawl Only to belittle me when I fall [Chorus] Your love comes with conditions Tired of this pointless old tradition First born curse, walking on a tight rope This birth right is a pointless trope [solo] [Spoken Word] "You are the first born, do better or get out!" [Verse 5] Their voices loud and they demand I feel like I am drowning in quicksand Caught in your pointless facade If only there was some grace from God [Verse 6] Yet you still yell when it's all done Even if I gave it my all and then some Facing your hand like you are armed Your words cut deep like a shard [Bridge] Expectations high and tall Feel I'm climbing just to fall No quarter no release I'm begging for relief [Chorus] Your love comes with conditions Tired of this pointless old tradition First born curse, walking on a tight rope This birth right is a pointless trope [Epic solo] [Final Chorus] Your love comes with conditions Tired of this pointless old tradition First born curse, walking on a tight rope This birth right is a pointless trope [Instrumental] [End]