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