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