Another day, another hotel, the inside of it is nice though, oh well
This is my life so as I go and try on clothes for tonight’s show
To see how far that line goes, still blows my mind, show business
Guess I’ll just never get, so this shit just always feels so weird
To this day because all’s I ever did
Was just say the shit I would’ve wanted to hear
Other people say to me when I was a kid
So please don’t make me some type of hero
‘Cause I will say some ol’ inspirational shit in a real way
But still will have a field day with some of the fucked up shit
In the world and tell it to suck on the dick, ’cause I still make fun
Of a sitch someone’s in like a son of a bitch at another’s expense
I’m fuckin’ relentless as fuck when it comes to this pen
I struggle with coming to senses, stuck on the fence
It’s a balance beam, if I seem unbalanced, it’s challenging
When my conscience allows me to think the most foulest
Childish things without even blinking, without even thinkin’ about
All the stinkin’ amounts of people that seems to be reachin’
But the crowds, they’re screaming
And The Palace sold out this evening
But now it’s lay me down to sleep
And is it really my soul to keep, or have I sold it cheap?
Is it greed? And do I take more than I need?
When I joke of leavin’, but keep overachievin’
‘Cause what it’s stole from me I’ve barely broken even

I know, it’s a fine, fine line
Living in hope or dire need
I know, it’s a fine, fine line
Living in hope or dire need

So a martyr is how I paint myself
And through my harrowin’ ordeals I’m so vain I want my respect
But ignore the butterfly effect that comes from my dialect
‘Til I sit in the dark and I reflect
And my reflection shows what it’s like here
‘Cause this vanity, surrounded by all these lights
Yeah, it’s like a nightmare
I said, this vanity surrounded by these lights is a night mirror
And I don’t like how I see myself, so I open the Bible to Isaiah
‘Cause I swear to Christ there are nights when I stay up and might
Say a prayer twice just to make sure God hears
‘Cause this ice layer I skate on’s a nice way of putting it
But I like stayin’ feistier than a triceratops and like a dice player
I got a nice paradise here, sealed off in my lair
Away from the bullshit good safe place to sit and talk shit from
And this house, is quite bare, but it ain’t when you can’t leave it
And I feel so isolated, it’s nice I made it
But it’s like I paid the price of fame twice, I hate it
So I bitch about my life then make another song
Vicious cycle ain’t it, then wonder why I stay famous
I keep walkin’ the line, this goldfish bowl gets old
But especially when you don’t know
If your conscience is sayin’ I told you so
‘Cause you don’t even know anymore
If you got the soul of a soldier, or you sold your soul

I know, it’s a fine, fine line
Living in hope or dire need
I know, it’s a fine, fine line
Living in hope or dire need

And from here you look so small
Hovering high above us all
Please come back to me

I still remember the times when
They were simpler than the rhymes of
Vanilla Ice were when I was just killin’ the mics
I’ll never forget what that feeling was like
I miss those times now when I was just starting out
Without a dime and now I’m diamond
I can’t even stage dive in the crowd anymore now when I’ve been
Stuck in this house hibernatin’, hate even going outside
It sucks, sometimes I just wanna walk into Target and look at shit and browse, I don’t even want to buy nothin’
I just wanna fuckin’ walk around inside it
Look how excited I sound when I get to talkin’ bout life and
Everything about it I miss, which now reminds me
Put a thousand lighters in the sky for the Outsidaz
Wow, I must have had Alzheimer’s
Long time since I shouted them out, ’bout time
‘Cause it’s been on my mind lately how
Zee, you always supported me
You vouched, I will never forget that and
How you guys accepted me for me and Pace
I love you too, you slept on my couch
And I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout the time
When I slept on the floor at The Outhouse
Rhyming’s all we ever wanted to do
And regardless how life has turned out
Inside I’ll, I’ll always be an outsider
My life has been turned inside out but I—

I know, it’s a fine, fine line
Living in hope or dire need
I know, it’s a fine, fine line
Living in hope or dire need

But I keep walkin’ the line