Trying To Find A Balance Lyrics

Trying To Find A Balance lyrics

[Slug]
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 a sinking contradictive as this
Was the last time we played a show in
Cinnci'
" 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
trying to catch someone's[summers?] Pac-man
Hello ma'am, would you be into
restin'
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" (Accept 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!)

[Chorus x2]
In the
days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me
like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to
find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance

[Slug]
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 in self defense
So straight you can set
your clocks and place bets
Wait, let's prey on 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 you're killin
'em
Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent, blame it on
my equilibrium

[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a
jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move
back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to
build a balance

I gotta find my balance
I gotta find my
balance

[Slug]
Now all my friends are famous
It's either one thing
or another
They all don't know what my name is
Probably know both of my
brothers
The one is a hard workin' savior
The other's a hard workin'
soldier
I'm just your next door neighbor
Workin' hard at tryin' to stay
sober
You wait for the car at the corner
Pretend like you know what the
pot is
Won't quit till I hit California
And make you my Golden State
goddess