G.r.i.n.d

G stands for grinding, R stands for rhythm
 I for intelligence that i find when i am spitting
 N for the new shit, it goes Prop to the Dylan
 D stands for the drive cuz I am driven
 Yeah i am running now, got a get a nine to five
 Steadily i struggle, while i try to get this vinyl out
 Though the time is out, i thought i was the man
 Damn I'm exhausted, not according to plan
 (Ah) and so it seems that i always need a plan B
 It's for the love of it, it's more than dreams of mad cheese
 It's for the peeps, get on tour and see the mass ease
 But after it all, i am forced to be an athlete
 Running and chasing, for something with fragrance
 I don't daze into slumber, cuz i am done with the waiting
 I pace for the wonders, like summer of -07
 Chilled out as the box bumped wonderful soul legends
 The coming of go getters, but I've though it over
 Is it worth while, to live with a bourdon on my shoulders
 I focus on, perfection in order to get it precise
 But I feel like Jekyll and Hyde, due to the stress in my life
 I am not in a constant chase for exposure
 But I remember first time I saw my name on a poster
 Devotion and credit, took off some weight of my shoulder
 That's where I decided to keep my aim for the culture
 It's strange how it grows, from the city I reside at
 To the bigger cities in Europe, witnessed as a live act
 And climax, comes when I travel off to find peace
 I made it this far without rapping over house beats
 They keep coming, but we know they not as real
 I'd rather rob and steal, then profit from a rotten deal
 Signed and sealed, delivered but never on a silver plate
 A written page, you even find rhymes on my pillowcase
 So I spin away, you see I am gone with the wind
 Cuz you see quitting don't really cost me a thing
 But this rapping thing do, though I am hard with the pen
 But that don't really matter, when the labels really wants me to sign
 With the strive, comes anger, anger brings pain
 Pain brings, drive, and with that we get change
 A change for the better, as we move for the goal
 When grinding in this Motown, i got blues in soul