CANTANTE: Atmosphere

TITULO:Trying To Find A Balance

“they love the taste of blood”, i don't know what that means, but i know that i mean it. maybe there is evil that they've seen or maybe i only look out the window when it's seen. “atmosphere finally made a good record, yeah right, that shit sounds convincing. the last time i felt as sick and contradicted as this was the last time we played a show in cinci. “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. 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 outdo the last one, i was just a ghost, trying to catch some respect man. “hello ma'am would you be interested in some sexual positions, and emotional investments?” see i'm not insane, in fact, i'm kinda rational. when i be asking, “yo' where did all the passion go?”
east coast, west coast, down south, mid-west, now-a-days everybody knows how to get crushed. somebody give me a big “yes”. god bless america, but she stole it from bless. now i'm to fucked up to dance, now i'm going to 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.
in the days of kings and queens, i was a jester, they treat me like a god, or treat me like a leopard
you see me move back and forth between both
i'm trying to find a balance, i'm trying to build a balance
in the days of kings and queens, i was a jester, they treat me like a god, or treat me like a leopard
you see me move back and forth between both
i'm trying to find a balance
i'm trying to find a balance, i'm trying to find a balance, i'm trying to build a balance
i'm trying to find a balance, i'm trying to build a balance
i gotta find my balance, i gotta find my balance
So keep your eyes on my pecks, because they make most of their moves off of instinct and sense. they eat, sleep and fuck out of self-defense. so straight you can set your clocks, and place bets. lets prey on the blind, def, dumb, dead. and hustle, maybe a couple, who like what you say. mc's drag their feet around the big naked land. with an empty bag of seed, and a fake shake of hand. (yeah) i got some last words fuck all of y'all. stop righting raps, and start playing volleyball. died in a journey, leaving the world in a hurry, because my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury. guilty of dropping these bombs, seeing the city, but i'm innocent, love is the motive, that's why i'm killing ‘em. guilty of setting my fire in all 50, but i'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium

in the days of kings and queens, i was a jester, they treat me like a god, or treat me like a leopard
you see me move back and forth between both
i'm trying to find a balance, i'm trying to build a balance
in the days of kings and queens, i was a jester, they treat me like a god, or treat me like a leopard
you see me move back and forth between both
i'm trying to find a balance
i'm trying to find a balance, i'm trying to find a balance, i'm trying to build a balance
i'm trying to find a balance, i'm trying to build a balance
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 faint, see one thing or another, y'all don't know what my name is, probably know because of my brother, one is a hard working savior, the other is a hard working soldier. i'm just a next door neighbor, working hard and trying to stay sober. wait for the car at the corner, pretend like you know what they're buying. quit ‘till i hit california. make you my golden state goddess.