The Balance - Aceyalone

Mr. Mix Mr. DJ play that beat

Won’t you play it for me.

In the mix mister hop

Forward hop back.

Hop, hop hop

The second somebody dies somebody else is born

People are celebrating while other people mourn

Home may be home to you but to me it’s foreign

Even the matador don’t pull the bull by the horns

One man’s enemy is another man’s friend

One man’s poisons is another man’s medicine

So let us stand, let us sit and let us view

The changing of the guard oh it’s so hard to keep it true

It’s the balance of the scales it can’t be challenged or expelled

Soon as somebody lost somebody else prevails

Some someone is quiet at the same time someone yells

Half full or half empty water in the well

It’s the Half and Half Hypothesis the 50/50 theory

Eerie as it may seem check your balance beam

It’s the Half and Half Hypothesis the 50/50 theory

Eerie as it may seem check your balance beam

Now check your Balance Beamer with a feather and a rock

Whether or not you find the answer is really not the plot

See it’s like love and hate (love…and hate)

The same emotion, different weight

People love to hate, so I know you know, just how this all relates

It’s the posa- and the nega-tive, mini and mega live

Arm, a leg, a leg, an arm, headed by a nigga

Like big and small, short and tall

Night and day and so on, some people are bashful

Some people just love to get their flow on (they flow on)

So here goes one to grow on

I’m a go on and on and on, till the principles are laid out

The scales of justice weighed out, 'til your memory starts to fade out

And your game of life is played out, got to balance out the power, don’t we?

Balance your emotions, push and pull positions

Like the moon pulls on the ocean, balance on one foot, that’s equilibrium

Opposites attract and retract, that’s a fact (I'm a Libra y’all!)

180 degrees, but not that hot

So whether or not you find the answer, is really not the plot (really not the

plot)

Because, giving is receiving (and) and seeing is believing (and)

And the solar system, rotates so harmonious and even

It’s perfectly balanced

Some people say life is about taking chances, choices and decisions

Voices and opinions, politics and religion

Clues to the past and cash and keys to the future

It’s a possibility and probability, on who’s gonna execute yo ass

Some slow and analytical, some quick fast on the dash

Like heads or tails, but the head usually leads the tail

So I tell my tales from the head, cause they’re embedded inside my cells

Real quick, let me tell you about a fact, I know things will even out

You can disbelieve or doubt, or even shout, or leave it in your mouth

Cause, how you gone reason with grand, Mother Nature?

Running Mother Earth, controlled by Father Time, who’s the chaser?

It’s living and dying homey, laughing and crying dude

Trying or lying my brother, walking or flying fool

Now half of you are gone, find the time to shine

The other half?

'Gon' find crime, money, weed, wine

Till it’s too late, in a disillusion state of mind

I just found my peace of mind, now they want a piece of mine

Too late in a disillusion of mind

The orthodox is the unorthodox, they just got you on the names

The insane and the sane, are the same

It’s a damn shame, so many people’s aim is so lame

And their gain is so minimal, caught up in the subliminal

It’s pleasure and pain, water for the flames, the wild and the tame

The style still remains, if you use the right side of your brain

Instead of going against the grain, you can penetrate the vein

To the point where what remains is a stain, of this universal thang That we

call Balance (balance).