The Hard Grind

Well they can put me in a jail cell

And they can throw away the key

They can give me a life sentence

It don't mean shit to me

'Cause the rules by which they play with

And the rules by which they live

Seem so damn archaic

Something's gotta give

Something's gotta give

Got no future here now, ain't no lie

Just a bunch of losers doing time

I'm on the hard grind

I'm on the hard grind

Well you can dump me in a trash can

And you can hang me by my balls

You can shoot me with a shotgun

It don't mean much at all

'Cause this thing that you call justice

Yeah, this thing for which you fight

It makes you so self-righteous

But it don't give you the right

No it don't give you the right

Got no future here now, ain't no lie

Just a bunch of losers doing time

Say goodbye

I'm on the hard grind

I'm on the hard grind

Five to nine

This ain't no part time

I'm on the hard grind

I'm on the hard grind

I'm societies menace

I'm a felony crime

I'm a bad example

I'm a parasite