Tip The Scale

[Hook: Dice Raw] Homicide or suicide Heads or Tails Some think life is a living hell Some live life just living 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 living 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 awaiting their shoulders as a bonus Look, let he without sin live without sin Until then, I’ll be doing dirty jobs like swamp men Counting the faces of those that might have been It’s like living that life but I won’t live that life again [Hook] [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 under arrest" Will I get popped tonight? It's anybody's guess I guess a nigga need to stay cunning I guess when the cops coming, need to start running I won't make the same mistakes from my last run in You either done doing 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 Getting 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, digging tunnels or digging graves out [Hook]