Fine Line

'Nother day, 'nother hotel The inside of it's nice though Oh well, this is my life so As I go try on clothes for tonight's show to 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 more inspirational shit in a real way But still 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, it's fucked when it comes to this pen I struggle with coming 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 that seems to be reachin' But the crowds, they're screaming The Palace sold out this evening But now it's lay me down to sleep and 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 it stole from me, I've barely broken even I know, it's a fine, fine line Living in hope or diring need I know, it's a fine, fine line Living in hope or diring need So a martyr is 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 'Til I sit in 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 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 putting 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, it's 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 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 you so" 'Cause you don't even know anymore If you got the soul of a soldier, or you sold ya' souls I know, it's a fine, fine line Living in hope or diring need I know, it's a fine, fine line Living in hope or diring need (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 and I've been Stuck in this house hibernatin', hate even going outside, it sucks Sometimes I just wanna walk into 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 that I miss Which now reminds me Put a thousand lighters in the sky for the Outsidaz Wow, I must have 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'll never forget that and how you guys a- Ccepted 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'll I'll always be an outsider My life has been turned inside out but I- I know, it's a fine, fine line Living in hope or diring need I know, it's a fine, fine line Living in hope or diring need (But I keep walking the line) (But I keep walking the line) (But I keep, But I keep walking the line) (But I keep walking the line) (But I keep-, But I keep walking the line)