Roots - Tip The Scale lyrics

rate me

Chorus (dice raw)

I'm a side of suicide

Heads or tails

Some think life is living hell

Some live life just living well

I live life tryna tip the scale

My way, my way

My way, my way

Verse 1 (black thought)

Yo, I'm always early

I never take off cause I got a job

Rob peter to pay paul

Now I realize it's the winner that takes all

Do what I gotta do cause I can't take loss

Picture me living life as if I'm some animal

That consumes it's own dreams like I'm a cannibal

I won't accept failure unless it's mechanical

But still the alcohol mixed with the botanical

I guess I be referred to the owners manual full of loaners

Full of all the homeless throwaways and the stoners

Soldiers of the streets with 8th grade diplomas

And the world awaiting their shoulders as a bonus

Look, let he without sin live without sin

Until then, I'll be doing dirty jobs like swamp men

Counting the faces of those that might have been

It's like living that life but I won't live that life again

Chorus

Verse 2 (dice raw)

Lotta niggas go to prison

How many come out malcolm x

I know I'm not shit

Can't even talk about the rest

Famous last words

You under arrest

Will I get popped tonight

It's anybody's guess

I guess a nigga need to stay cunning

I guess when the cops coming need to start running

I wont make the same mistakes

From my last run in

You either done doing crime now or you done in

I got a brother on the run and one in

Wrote me a letter he said when you comin

Shit man I thought the goal's to stay out

Back against the wall

Then shoot your way out

Getting money's a style that never plays out

Till you in a box

And your stash money's paid out

The scales of justice

Ain't equally weighed out

Only two ways out

Digging tunnels or digging graves out

Chorus