Triple Beam

And there's no moral to the story, read the lines in between 'Cause that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam When you balance life on a triple beam When you balance life on a triple beam I turn a gram to an eight ball, an eight to a brick The violence in my life was a measuring stick And there's no moral to the story, read the lines in between Cause that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam I used to dream about the end And when it would come Drug dealers die young at the end of a gun Powders on the triple beam Girls around my neck No money Well… she could always pay with sex Bikers tried to front me 30 grand worth of shit Knew that if I took it, I'd never get out of this What the fuck am I doing with amphetamines But that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam When you balance life on a triple beam When you balance life on a triple beam I turn a gram to an eight ball, an eight to a brick The chaos in my life was a measuring stick And there's no moral to the story, read the lines in between Cause that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam My dealer trusted nobody Make you take a test See if you would rat him out or stab him in the chest He'd make you suck the Glass-Dick, called it dragon's breath Smoke a giant hit of speed, prove you weren't the feds Your heart would beat so fast Before your eyes life flashed Ain't easy to make cash Living off of meth It's a paranoid world Violent and mean But that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam When you balance life on a triple beam When you balance life on a triple beam I turn a gram to an eight ball, an eight to a brick The party and my money call suckin' my dick And there's no moral to the story, read the lines in between Cause that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam Paranoid, the gun is loaded Nose destroyed and mind corroded Rival dealers want me broken If I sleep, it's with one eye open They call it crank, speed, rosebud, methamphetamine They call it crank, ice, bathtub, methamphetamine At the AM/PM Shattuck and 51st 1:30 in the morning, streets at their worst My buddy started a fight, some dude by the pumps These black girls strolled up to watch 'em take their lumps Three cars rolled up, 15 dudes rolled out You fuckin' with our girls Mouth running like a spout I threw the first punch, nose broke on my rings Now I'm fighting 4 dudes and my heads starting to ring Somebody screamed Stop, he's got a knife, run Not everybody listened, all of us were drunk As I turned my head I saw my friend's knife blade Murder in his eyes, the devil in his veins He swung at the first, but then he missed 2nd one got lucky, 3rd one took a hit The 4th got caught and this time he wasn't missing Teeth grit down, survival of the fittest And he stabbed him, and he stabbed him, and he stabbed him again Kill that motherfucker, let him never breathe again And there's no moral to the story, read the lines in between Cause that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam When you balance life on a triple beam Come on When you balance life I turn a gram to an eight ball, an eight to a brick The violence in my bloodshot is making me sick And there's no moral to the story, read the lines in between Cause that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam When you balance life on a triple beam