Текст песни Roots, The — Tip the Scale

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[Chorus: Dice Raw]
Homicide or suicide?
Heads or tails?
Some think life is a living hell,
Some live life just livin' well,
I live life tryna tip the scale,
My way, my way,
My way, my way.

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm always early,
I never take off ‘cause I got a job,
Rob Peter to pay Paul,
Now I realize it's the winner that takes all.
Do what I gotta do because I can't take loss,
Picture me livin' life as if I'm some animal
That consumes its own dreams like I'm a cannibal,
I won't accept failure unless it's mechanical,
But still the alcohol mixed with the botanical,
I guess I be referred to the owners manual full of loners,
Full of all the homeless throwaways and the stoners,
Soldiers of the streets with 8th grade diplomas,
And the world awaitin' their shoulders as a bonus.
Look, let he without sin live without sin,
Until then, I'll be doin' dirty jobs like swamp men,
Countin' the faces of those that might have been,
It's like livin' that life but I won't live that life again.

[Chorus: Dice Raw]
Homicide or suicide?
Heads or tails?
Some think life is a living hell,
Some live life just livin' well,
I live life tryna tip the scale,
My way, my way,
My way, my way.

[Verse 2: Dice Raw]
Lot of niggas go to prison,
How many come out Malcolm X?
I know I'm not.
Shit, can't even talk about the rest!
Famous last words, «You're under arrest!»
Will I get popped tonight? It's anybody's guess,
I guess a nigga need to stay cunnin',
I guess when the cops comin', need to start runnin'.
I won't make the same mistakes from my last run-in,
You either done doin' crime now or you done in,
I got a brother on the run and one in,
Wrote me a letter, he said, “When you coming?”
Shit, man, I thought the goal's to stay out,
Back against the wall, then shoot your way out,
Gettin' money's a style that never plays out,
Till you in a box, and your stash money's paid out,
The scales of justice ain't equally weighed out,
Only two ways out, diggin' tunnels or diggin' graves out.

[Chorus: Dice Raw]
Homicide or suicide?
Heads or tails?
Some think life is a living hell,
Some live life just livin' well,
I live life tryna tip the scale,
My way, my way,
My way, my way.

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