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