Atmosphere: Trying to find a balance

[slug]They love the taste of bloodNow i don't know what that means, but i know that i mean itMaybe they're as evil as they seemOr maybe i only look out the window when it's scenic" atmosphere finally made a good record."Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincingThe last time i felt a sinking contradictive as thisWas the last time we played a show in cinnci'" get real." they tell meIf only they knew how real this life really getsThey would stop acting like a silly bitchThey would respect the cock whether or not they believed in itDoesn't take much and that's messed upBecause these people do a lot of simple shit to impress usWhile everyone was trying to out-do the last manI was just a ghost trying to catch someone's[summers?] pac-manHello ma'am, would you be into restin'In some sexual positions and emotional investmentsSee, i'm not insane, in fact i'm kind of rationalWhen i be askin', "yo, where did all the passion go?"East coast, west coast, down south, midwestNowadays everybody knows how to get freshSomebody give me a big yes (yes!)God bless america, but she stole the b from "bless" (accept it)Now i'm too fucked up to danceSo i'ma sit with my hand down the front of my pantsYou can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chanceSo go pry open that trunk and get those amps (you know!)[chorus x2]In the days of kings and queens i was a jesterTreat me like a god, oh they treat me like a leperYou see me move back and forth between bothI'm trying to find a balanceI'm trying to build a balance[slug]So now i keep a close eye on my petsBecause they make most of they moves off of instinct and senseIt's eat, sleep, fuck in self defenseSo straight you can set your clocks and place betsWait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, deadHustle, maybe a couple will love what you saidEmcees drag their feet across a big naked landWith an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of handsYeah i got some last words, fuck all of ya'll!Stop writin' raps and go play volleyballGotta journey the world in a hurryCause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the juryGuilty of droppin' these bombs in the cityBut i'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killin 'emGuilty of settin' my fire in all fiftyBut i'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium[chorus x2]In the days of kings and queens i was a jesterTreat me like a god, oh they treat me like a leperYou see me move back and forth between bothI'm trying to find a balanceI'm trying to build a balanceI gotta find my balanceI gotta find my balance[slug]Now all my friends are famousIt's either one thing or anotherThey all don't know what my name isProbably know both of my brothersThe one is a hard workin' saviorThe other's a hard workin' soldierI'm just your next door neighborWorkin' hard at tryin' to stay soberYou wait for the car at the cornerPretend like you know what the pot isWon't quit till i hit californiaAnd make you my golden state goddess