I’m wasting my time…

All I do is work and smoke,
Sleep and ride,
Continue my pointless swim,
Against the tide…
As the walls grow stronger
between the in and the outside,

If I was a bigger,
By now I’d be dead,
Killed probably over some stupid words,
that some fool said,
cos theres a parta my soul,
that I can’t stop from going red..

when people are nasty,
for no reason at all,
I wanna grab their heads,
Smash them hard against a wall,
So maybe it’s a blessing
that Im pretty small.

The fact remains,
So much shit makes me mad,
Like proper crazy,
Another reason why,
I tend to prefer to stay hazy,
Its juts a shame that the side effect is that i’m lazy,,,

Cos I got a mind fulla ideas,
Tears, And Dream careers,
and A heart fulla hate,
But also love which can grow at an exponential rate