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
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 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