With Balance

Life may have dealt you an unfair hand

Anger, anger flowers in all my dreams that you're in

You may have dealt me something bad

I've lost all that I had

My insides hurt from your stare

Maybe with balance, you'll get there

Maybe with balance, you'll get there

Concrete knocking me about

Some bruises and blood in mouth

Might be down but I'm far from out

Might be down but I'm still about

Done the swings and the roundabouts

More than a scoundrel chasing clout

There's a bulldog behind that doubt

There's a young hope behind that frown

East London boy striving down south

Pretty penny tryna stretch to pound

This circus ain't safe for clowns

Dust myself off and change the sound

Dust myself off and change the sound

Dust myself off and change the sound

Lemme see who is out and about

Wrong bus did they change the route

Weary head underneath the crown

While my mind is amongst the clouds

Half man half siren sound

Too black too off too loud

Too much too left too proud

Too unclean with my vowels

Inside me is a fox and hound

Don't need no moon to go howl

A few more lines add to the brow

A few more lines add to the brow

A few more lines

Maybe with balance, you'll get there

Maybe with balance, you'll get there