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