Punching Through the Bag
(lyrics)
i'll more than match up a solid status and beast brawls
Thoughts of bad luck, before the bag busts and beads fall..
poaring pools it had trapped, knuckles fueling fast jabs.
done my dues, I'm past that, punching through a black bag.
dumped a few i'm back at, yeah it's swinging time
readiness, emptied quick like there's some green inside
the reason you heard whats struck in tune
when i think what this world is coming to, I seemed to have hurled another through..
fists that blast, inter-lap bits of scraps left intact,
this one was an Everlast, I knew it would never last..
then there was the leather backs, hit and hacked
felt like every session i had to give it a different patch..
a simple type of raw, a rip of violence force
another feels broken, steel woven and bled of iron ore..
emitting mad noise, fix a bad choice
taps poised, switching and splitting, shredding protective alloys,
no patience to hold off, cant take what I don't got
catching beatings, already leaking to the pace of a cold heart.
lost desires, dark and dire, common liars, palms on fire.
I'll be the bigger man with thicker skin than this carbon fiber
1-2 1-2
That bag get punched through
(knowp)
Sticks and stones may break my bones
Yet alone I have proven that theory wrong
Steer me on and watch force shake ceilings
The unbreakable with more broken feelings
Tylenol, Advil, depression, anxiety treatments
fail a heathen who’s legacy is shelled with demons
Paled like cement, breathing flames of frustration
Like an ancient agent faced with a dragons hatred
Pacing back n forth, moving forth yet going back
Walking wholes in the floor graffitied with this bag
Leaving me unmasked, seeded with the task
Of being free to grasp the evilness I have
Who’s seein’ all of that, visions can be fatal
Riddled man unstable, driven dim and labeled
Willing, dealing, able, able to steer a wheel
Around loving corners through buildings built of steel
Causes justified just if I could find a cause
Living with inner tyrants cascading pains and walls
All I had was this bag, representation of stillness
Now we're both broken, the true faces of brilliance