Fine Line

Another day, another hotel, the inside of it's nice though

Oh well, this is my life so as I go and try to close for the nights show

See how far that line goes, still blows my mind, show business

Guess I'll never get some of this shit just always feels so weird

To this day cause all I ever did

Was just say the shit I would've wanted to hear

Other people say to me when I was a kid

So please don't make me some type of hero

Cause I will say some inspirational shit in a real way but will still have a field day

With some of the fucked up shit in the world and tell it to sucking a dick

Cause I still make fun of a situation

Someone's in like a son of a bitch at anothers expense

I'm fuckin' relentless as fuck when it comes to this pen

I struggle with coming to senses

Stuck on the fence on a balance beam if I seem unbalanced

It's challenging but my conscience allows me to think

The most foulish childish things without even blinking

Without even thinkin' about, all the stinkin'

amounts of people that seem to be reachin' in the crowds

I'm scream in the palace, sold out this evening

But now it's, maybe down to sleeping

Is it really my soul to keep or

Have I sold it cheap is it greed

Do I take more than I need

When I joke of leavin'

But keep over achievin'

Cause what it's stole from me I've barely broken even

It's a fine, fine line

So I notice how I paint myself

And through my hair when ordeals I'm so vain

I want my respect but ignore the

Butterfly effect that comes from my dialect

Till I, sit in the dark and I reflect

And my reflection shows what it's like here

Cause this vanity, surrounded by all these lights, yeah

It's like a nightmare

I said, this vanity surrounded by these lights is a nightmare

And I don't like how I see myself, so I open the Bible to Isaiah

Cause I swear to Christ there are nights where I stay up at night

And say a prayer twice just to make sure God hears cause this ice layer

I skate on's a nice way of putting it but I like stands

Feistier then a triceritops and like a dice player

I got a nice paradise here, sealed off in my lair

Away from the bullshit good safe place to sit and talk shit

From this house it's quite big, but it ain't when you can't leave it

And I feel so isolated, nice I made it

But it's like I paid the price of fame twice, I hate it

So I bitch about my life then make another song, it's a cycle ain't it

Then I wonder why I'm still famous

I keep walkin' the line

This gold fish poke it's old

But especially when you don't know

If your conscience is sayin' I told you so

Cause you don't even know anymore if you got the soul of a soldier

Or you sold your soul

It's a fine, fine line

And from here you look so small

Hovering high above us all

Please come back, to me

I still remember the times when

They were simpler than the rhymes of

Vanilla Ice were when I was just killin' the mics

I'll never forget what that feeling was like

I miss those times now when I was just starting out

Without a dime and, now I'm diamond

I can't even stage dive in the crowd anymore now when I've been

Stuck in this house hibernatin'

Hate even going outside it

Sucks, sometimes I just wanna walk in Target and look at shit browse

I don't even want to buy nothin'

I just wanna fuckin' walk around inside it

Look how excited I sound when I get to talkin' bout life and

Everything about it I miss, which now reminds me

Put a thousand lighters in the sky for the Outsidaz

Wow, I must have had Alzheimers

Long time since I shouted them out, bout time

Cause it's been on my mind lately how

Zee, you always supported me

You vouched, I will never forget that and

How you guys, accepted me for me and Pace

I love you too, you slept on my couch

And I been thinkin' 'bout the time when I slept on the floor at the outhouse

Rhyming's all we ever wanted to do

And regardless how life has turned out

Inside I'm, I'll always be an outsider

My life has been turned inside out but I

It's a fine, fine line