Up against the Wall by King Duma Lyrics

Pressed into a pressurized situation
Stressed by emotional contemplation
Trying to balance my life
As simple things keep falling apart
Stabilizing my trust like I'm standing on a knife
Paranoid to the point, my peer’s words are darts
Stabbing me in the back
Bey their condescending verbal attacks
My level of sympathy is gone,
Carless of how the enemy feels
Buy my word is my bond
And I understand, period, my lips have to be sealed.