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