[Hook: Dice Raw]

[Hook: Dice Raw]

Homicide or suicide
 Heads or Tails
Some think life is a 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 because I can’t take loss
 Picture me living life as if I’m some animal
 That consumes its 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

 [Repeat Hook]

 [Verse 2: Dice Raw]

 Lot of niggas go to prison
 How many come out Malcolm X?
 I know I'm not
 [bad word]  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 [bad word] need to stay cunning
 I guess when the cops comin' need to start runnin
 I won't make the same mistakes from my last run in
 You either done doing crime now or you done in
 I got a brother on the run and one in
 Wrote me a letter, he said when you comin'
 [bad word] man, I thought the goal's to stay out
Back against the wall, then shoot your way out
 Gettin' money's a style that never plays out
 'Til you end up boxin' your stash, money's paid out
 The scales of justice ain't equally weighed out
 Only two ways out, digging tunnels or digging graves out

 [Repeat Hook]