Tight Rope Flows

The first steps I ever took on was a tight rope

We had to learn to balance or end up with no hope

You step too far left, you'll end in a tight choke

You step too far right and you'll end in da wrong folks hands

Either da white man or a nigga's vice land

Cars, the weed, the bra's, thats what exciting

And don't forget her nukie most enticing

I Prayed it taste like candy, or like icing

Then send prayer to christ when in a crisis

Telling him balance out from vices

I ain't know the devil put tax on these prices

I Walk the thin between love and hate