Jugglin' for Jack

At the minute I’ve been juggling my time She makes space in her diary so I’m rummaging through mine Rifling forever but there’s nothing I can find N my dads gettin aggy haven’t come to his in time I wanna see my brothers ‘fore I plummet through the sky But there’s suttin bout this new house that’s been pushin me aside Like nah this ent the house that I used to know Reading to Whitney, this ent the room I used to throw Balls ‘gainst the walls till they blew n there grew a hole Walls that could talk more than halls of a student home So now it’s to a fro, a quick there and back I don’t wanna grow apart but I’m scared it’s that I need to find my head, don’t know where it’s at Need to screw it on my neck keep my hair in tact So matter of fact the way I dash from the flat Lookin for a shop front to pattern my stacks I been filling out forms n they’re handin em back Until I’m runnin out of charge like a battery pack So I’m left alone, indebted to the telephone Trynna get a second chance lookin for a second home What was set in stones cracked like the methadone All this chasin around has made me let it go Ay I been juggling n my jack Nothings happened guess I’m juggling for jack I’m trynna find some pocket so I’m rummaging the flat Guess I’m just another kid who wants that money for his mam like Ay I been juggling n my jack Nothings happened guess I’m juggling for jack I’m trynna find some pocket so I’m rummaging the flat Guess I’m just another kid who wants that money for his mam like Gettin worried cos I haven’t seen the pen in time I put the ink to the page but it’s never a rhyme Never the time never the place never the mind Cos I’m still getting merry when I bury some wine Stepping the line slap that cash on a beat Boss in the texts, get any shift I can in the week Get every penny that I can n let my salary speak But my backs so tired, I’ll get the can in a week That’s a can of the worms out like a jack in the box I’ll be back crackin cans getting trashed on the block But now I’m front of the house I’m working back of the shop If they make me treasurer then I be packin the lot Cos if my flats the shop I guess the labs my home If the workflows dead then it’s back to the chrone Lookin at my mac to see which track I should post All the lads gather round as it magically blows Oh shit, guess it’s happenin again I make a beat then lift the pad up to the pen Gettin deep with my lyrics i been shattering the lead Jaw chattering, babbling as I go channel what was said Like, I was sittin the back I was listening n thinkin bout my gran Visiting the past times I didn’t have her back But if I could see her now I’d give her everything I have But it’s too late cos this hard life’s nothing Gas cost the hearse guess the car rides suttin Better rap it up cos the half-fives comin’ This dark line cuts deeper than a sharp knife cuttin’ N I crossed it, bottom bigger than the top lip Exhausted sewed my lips together in a cross-stitch I’ve lost it like a phone in a mosh pit Lookin’ everywhere but I’ll never say I got this Ay I been juggling n my jack Nothings happened guess I’m juggling for jack I’m trynna find some pocket so I’m rummaging the flat Guess I’m just another kid who wants that money for his mam like Call me jack cos I been jugglin for days now Bussed down but I usually get the train round Face frowns but I’m burying it way down Runnin away like how I done it on the playground