Ant - Trying to Find a Balance lyrics

[Intro] 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 sh** almost sounds convincing The last time I felt as sick and 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 b**h They would respect the co*k whether or not they believed in it [Verse 1: Slug] Doesn't take much and that's messed up Because these people do a lot of simple sh** to impress us While everyone was trying to out-do the last man I was just a ghost trying to catch some Ms. Pac-man Hello ma'am, would you be interested In some s**ual positions and emotional investments See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational When I be asking, "Yo where did all the pa**ion go?" East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh Somebody give me a big yes God bless America, but she stole the B from Bless (and kept it) Now I'm too f**ed up to dance So I'mma 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2: Slug] So now I keep a close eye on my pets Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and scents It's eat, sleep, f**, 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 hand Yeah, I got some last words, f** all of ya'll Stop writing 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 dropping these bombs in the city But I'm innocent, love is the motive, that's why I'm k**ing 'em Guilty of setting my fire in all fifty But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium [Hook] [Outro] 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 Working 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