I've potted the black ball

She likes pot and the white

We all used to be so focused

I wish I knew some shit weren't right

Just like that I'm reeled right back in

Highlights reel of East London's darkest sins

I don't even blame us one bit when it hurts so much to try to look within

So tired of speaking and not being heard

So tired of feelings leaking blood on the curb

There's no way for you to see what this means to me

There's no way for me to stay and not be hurt

I don't know why I need to know but I just know that I do

Fuck I just wish that you'd do less less blow and spend a little more time doing you

It's not that I don't love it it's that I do too much

We can't talk anymore because you do too much

Can barely hold the weight I'm a broken crutch

Trapped under the rubble of this broken trust

The tears are inside now

Dripping down my spine

Holding me back

So many answers left to find