Trying To Find a Balance

They love the taste of blood Now I don't know what that means But I know that I mean it Maybe they're as evil as they seem Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic "Atmosphere finally made a good record." Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this Was the last time we played a show in Cincy "Get real," they tell me If only they knew how real this life really gets They would stop acting like a silly bitch They would respect the cock Whether or not they believed in it Doesn't take much and that's messed up Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us While everyone was trying to out-do the last man I was just a ghost tryna catch some Ms. Pac-man Hello ma'am, would you be interested In some sexual positions and emotional investments See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?" East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh Somebody give me a big yes (yes) God Bless America, but she stole the B from "Bless" (and kept it) Now I'm too fucked up to dance So I'ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know) In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God or they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm tryin' to find a balance I'm tryin' to build a balance In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God or they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm tryin' to find a balance I'm tryin' to find a balance I'm tryin' to build a balance I'm tryin' to find a balance I'm tryin' to build a balance So now I keep a close eye on my pets Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense It's eat, sleep, fuck, and self defense So straight you can set your clocks and place bets Wait, let's prey on the blind, deaf, dumb, dead Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands Yeah I got some last words, fuck all of ya'll Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball Gotta journey the world in a hurry 'Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why I'm killin 'em Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God or they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm tryin' to find a balance I'm tryin' to build a balance In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God or they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm tryin' to find a balance I'm tryin' to find a balance I'm tryin' to build a balance I'm tryin' to find a balance I'm tryin' to build a balance I'm tryin' to find a balance I'm tryin' to build a balance I gotta find my balance I gotta find my balance Now all my friends are famous It's either one thing or another Y'all don't know what my name is Probably know both of my brothers One is a hard workin' savior The other's a hard workin' soldier I'm just a next door neighbor Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober You wait for the car at the corner Pretend like you know what the plot is Won't quit till I hit California And make you my Golden State goddess