Punch Bag Atttude

I've had nothing better to do
But watch the rain touch the ground
See other people's fantasy televised
Cause they have nothing else in life

Did I really ask for this?
Stare at the walls
Wanting to do
Or go beyond the limits
And over the seas
Cause all I'm seen here
Is another fuck up in the making
By the ones that put me down
Thrown me down

I write this out of nothing
There is a book in the making
My video films are an influence
My CD collection is a soundtrack
My giro has become something like a students grant
Passing time cause there is nothing around

Picture this

I see a politician's face
It was in a newspaper
He promises everything
But gives nothing
Cut out the picture
Place it on the bag
No gloves
Thump
Whack
Punch
And repeat

Drive out my hatred
Drive out my boredom
Knuckles sure feel the pain
But that's part of it
Eyes blood shot

All taken in one shot

Yes sirs, I see a brick wall
I do know where I'm going
I'm not running into it
Cause that is where my art is showing

You can look at me for all you want
This failure done good
How bad does it feel to be misunderstood
That you'll never know
Now leave me be
I'm doing something
Keeping my ambition alive
Cause I'm through with staring at the walls
You're not keeping me down