Balance Beam

[Intro: Nick Grant]

(Statik Selektah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

What up, Statik?

Let me talk my shit a little bit

Uh

[Verse 1: Nick Grant]

My granny always told me, "Let it go and keep goin' off"

You know I don't mean no harm, Miss Sadie, you know my heart

She said you give these hoes an inch, they swear that you owe a yard

That means she want the house too, look, baby, that's null and void

My mama's mama so they tease me, said that I wasn't yours

But now I got the juice and I get off like Orenthal

I never was a Simpson, they train 'em to know our flaws

That's why these crackers railroad you 'cause you ain't know the law

I'm living in a weird time when niggas gossip

Preachers are dirty money, that simply mean twisted prophets, a quick synopsis

Reportin' live from the projects, they don't want us to prosper

You niggas think you can't be touched, the streets do deep massages

My father features I got, got this freak right beside him

My mama was the G, but I got game from my grandma

Yeah, all these niggas is washed up and I'm sure about it

This shit be hittin' too easy without the forty dollars

Victory

[Chorus: Wade Barber & CJ Fly]

Hold on to your family, hold on to your dreams

You must keep your feet on this balance beam (Fly!)

[Verse 2: CJ Fly]

I'm tightropin' on these lines, can't knock me off balance

They all actors, I'm the same on and off camera

Been kicking flows for so long, my foot got a large callus

Don't need a bong, my preference smoking on a small chalice

Felt free at last when I flew across the atlas

Can't touch me and could never rub me wrong, I'm like a cactus

You see the thorns, you hear the horns

I done seen Statik scratch voices like he was hoarse

When this disc jockey's on the track, you don't need a horse

'Bout to be a death, don't need these whores or it'll be a horror, uh

Anything less would be a nightmare

I got tunnel vision and spectrum through the prism, I saw the light clear

They changed the rules to make us lose, so I can't fight fair

Thought that I could fly when I got my first pair of Nike Airs

I been runnin' shit so long, my hamstrings might tear

In the skybox, gotta pay the price to be on my tier

(Fly!)

[Chorus: Wade Barber]

Hold on to your family, hold on to your dreams

You must keep your feet on this balance beam

[Bridge: Wade Barber]

What's life without challenge?

You gotta find your balance

You must stay prepared for when you finally get your chance

'Cause you could have all the talent

And not know how to manage

Must maintain a balance if you wanna be the man

[Verse 3: JFK]

Baby moms, you know she's stuck in her ways (Uh)

Haven't seen my baby girl in some days, what?

It's fucked up, but I live by one rule (Come on)

In the middle of Little Italy, screaming, "Fangool," listen

Did you get the message? Misconceptions, disconnected

Quit the stressing, it's deflection, shit's depressing

I came in the game trying to be myself (Why?)

They chasing validation but they really seeking help, word

Statik told me to turn them losses into lessons

So I quit smoking, started countin' my blessings (Yeah)

And every day, it's a challenging task

We perform, it's The Balancing Act, come on

[Chorus: Wade Barber]

Hold on to your family, hold on to your dreams

You must keep your feet on this balance beam