And there's no moral to the story
Read the lines in between
'Cause that's what happens
When you balance life on a triple beam
When you balance life on a triple beam
I turn a gram to an eight ball, an eight to a brick
The violence in my life was a measuring stick
And there's no moral to the story, read the lines in between
'Cause that's what happens
When you balance life on a triple beam
I used to dream about the end
And when it would come
Drug dealers die young at the end of a gun
Powders on the triple beam
Girls around my neck
No money?
Well... she could always pay with s**
Bikers tried to front me 30 grand worth of sh**
Knew that if I took it, I'd never get out of this
What the f** am I doing with amphetamines?
But that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam
When you balance life on a triple beam
My dealer trusted nobody
Make you take a test
See if you would rat him out or stab him in the chest
He'd make you s** the Gla**-Dick, called it "dragon's breath"
Your heart would beat so fast
Before your eyes life flashed
Ain't easy to make cash
Living off of meth
It's a paranoid world
Violent and mean
But that's what happens
When you balance life on a triple beam
Paranoid, the gun is loaded
Nose destroyed and mind corroded
Rival dealers want me broken
If I sleep, it's with one eye open
They call it crank, speed, rosebud, methamphetamine
They call it crank, ice, bathtub, methamphetamine
At the AM/PM Shattuck and 51st
1:30 in the morning, streets at their worst
My buddy started a fight, some dude by the pumps
These black girls strolled up to watch 'em take their lumps
Three cars rolled up, 15 dudes rolled out
"You f**in' with our girls?"
(mouth runnin' like a spout)
I threw the first punch, nose broke on my rings
Now I'm fighting 4 dudes and my head's starting to ring
Somebody screamed "Stop, he's got a knife, run!"
Not everybody listened, all of us were drunk
As I turned my head I saw my friend's knife blade
Murder in his eyes, the devil in his veins
He swung at the first, but then he missed
2nd one got lucky, 3rd one took a hit
The 4th got caught this time he wasn't missing
Teeth grit down, survival of the fittest
And he stabbed him, and he stabbed him
And he stabbed him again
k** that motherf**er, let him never breathe again
And there's no moral to the story
Read the lines in between
'Cause that's what happens
When you balance life on a triple beam