The Grind

I wake up in the morning

And I put a shirt on my back

And some shoes on my feet

Drain a pot of coffee, drive my ass to work, and go through the daily grind another day of the week

Contemplatin' when it'll be my turn to shine, weavin' my thread through the fabric of spacetime

But I keep on breakin' my back just to earn that dime knowin' that one of these days won't be a struggle to find

My kid's meals for the day, some gas to get on my way and worryin' about whether or not the bills get paid

So I keep on doin' that daily grind and pennin' these melodies in my spare time

Livin' it up

While I still can