chorus (dice raw)
i'm a side of suicide
heads or tails

some think life is 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 cause i can't take loss
picture me living life as if i'm some animal

that consumes it's 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 loaners
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
chorus

verse 2 (dice raw)
lotta ^!$$%s go to prison
how many come out malcolm x

i know i'm not %#@!
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 ^!$$% need to stay cunning
i guess when the cops coming need to start running
i wont make the same mistakes

from my last run in