"Trying to Find A Balance" Lyrics

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 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

Doesn't take much and that's messed up

Because these people do a lot of simple stuff to impress us

While everyone was trying to out-do the last man

I was just a ghost trying to catch someone's Pac-man

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)

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

 

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, shoot 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

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

 

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