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 on clothes for tonight's show

See how far that line goes

Still blows my mind, show business

Guess I'll just never get

So this shit just always feels so weird

To this day, because all's 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 ol' inspirational shit in a real way

But will have a field day

With some of the fucked up shit in the world

And tell it to suck on a dick

'Cause I still make fun of a sitch someone's in

Like a son of a bitch at another's expense

I'm fuckin' relentless as fuck

When it comes to this pen

I struggle with comin' to senses

Stuck on the fence

It's a balance beam

If I seem unbalanced, it's challenging

When my conscience allows me to think

The most foulest, childish things

Without even blinkin', without even thinkin'

About all the stinkin' amounts of people

This seems to be reachin'

But the crowds are screamin'

And The Palace sold out this evenin'

But now it's lay me down to sleepin'

Is it really my soul to keep

Or have I sold it cheap?

Is it greed, and do I take more than I need?

When I joke of leavin', but keep overachievin'

'Cause what's stole from me

I've barely broken even and

I know, it's a fine, fine line

Livin' in hope or dire need

I know, it's a fine, fine line

Livin' in hope or dire need

So a martyr's how I paint myself

And through my harrowin' 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 it's vanity, surrounded by all these lights

Yeah, it's like a nightmare

I said, this vanity, surrounded by all these lights is a night mirror

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 and might say a prayer

Twice just to make sure God hears

'Cause this ice layer I skate on's

A nice way of puttin 'it

But I like stayin' feistier

Than a triceratops, 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

And this house is 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 and make another song

Vicious cycle, ain't it?

Then I wonder why I stay famous

I keep walkin' the line

This goldfish bowl gets old

But especially when you don't know

If your conscience is sayin' "I told ya so"

'Cause you don't even know anymore

If you got the soul of a soldier

Or you sold your soul

I know, it's a fine, fine line

Livin' in hope or dire need

I know, it's a fine, fine line

Livin' in hope or dire need

And from here you look so small

Hoverin' high above us all

Please come back to me, yeah

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 feelin' was like

I miss those times now

When I was just startin' 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 goin' outside

It sucks, sometimes I just wanna walk into Target

And look at shit, browse

I don't even wanna 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 musta had Alzheimer's

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've been thinkin' 'bout

The time when I slept on the floor of the Outhouse

Rhymin's all we ever wanted to do

And regardless how life has turned out

Inside, I'll, I'll always be an Outsida

My life has been turned inside out, but I

I know, it's a fine, fine line

Livin' in hope or dire need

I know, it's a fine, fine line

Livin' in hope or dire need