Текст песни The Roots - Tip the Scale

[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 animalThat 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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