What Becomes of The Broken Hearted

[Verse One]
Doctor said I needed help, I was deep cutting
Couldn't do this shit myself, I just needed loving
My family tree fell, they like to keep grudges
I used to leg it from my troubles, couldn't keep running
Cause I got an eight in my pocket, just short of three something
Looking for trouble like who want it, feel like Pete Dunham (Well come on then!)
I got something for you cunts and it needs tucking
Cold hearted, hot headed, I got deep problems
Hated on the internet but the streets love him
Sick of government benefits but I needed money
Legoland with a mask, I couldn't see nothing
Ray Charles, but I'm pushing keys for the cheap cousin
Turn a O into a P, got the fiends buzzing
If my brother didn't need it, then I gotta keep hunting
Told 'em when I leave the streets, I'mma be something
But you know I keep it G even when police cuff us

(Kash Kal talking through prison phone)

[Verse Two]
Tom Hicks the way I'm running the track
Go cop a brick and break it down into packets, there ain't no stopping em
Corrupt cops in court with a lack of competence
Plus conflicting evidence that lead 'em to a hit and miss
Immigration got my brother on some petty shit
But they letting pedos walk like they never hurt a kid
It's black and white but it's also in the documents
So fuck the consequence, when I see the cunt I'm dropping him
He got dipped now he hasn't got the confidence
A lot of shit I bottled up, don't ask me what my problem is
I got demons creeping round in my consciousness
I chop a mix but nothing seems to work, I feel the hollowness
You said you love me then you end up fucking doggin us
All some gossip and politics, fuck the populists
Felt like Christopher Binse when I was on the shit
Throw the ('shiv' censored) in the skip bin then we burn the whip

(Kash Kal talking through prison phone)

[Verse Three}
I was a juvenile delinquent
Me and Kingston did illegal things you probably would not agree with
AM to PM we were creeping with our hands in our sleeves
Seeing if anybody left their car open with keys in it
Young teens thinking we Gs, we didn't realise how bad it would be
You couldn't be timid
More than three winters in the streets, we'd sleep in 'em
Eventually we ended up in greens with a free dinner
Mumsie on the drink, auntie got the weed
Cousin on the P, we let history repeat
In and out of the T (?)
I got my green hunnids stacked up neat
Squizzy Taylor on the beat, yeah I just might be
ARs, B&Es up in S-Y-D
Committing crimes so we tread lightly
You never know what the threat might be
I keep it on me so it's less likely, yeah