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 poison 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.
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.

Aceyalone - “Balance” from Book of Human Language

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  Release Date: February 7, 2006
  Website: Aceyalone Website
  Label: Project Blowed

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