Daily Grind

Another morning and I'm awake The same old thing but a different day I want to drive but my tank is dry But the ground is wet with rain Greedy people are pushing me Needy people in misery It's a push and shove community But how the hell can I complain On the other side of town People are sleeping on the ground Look not far and you will find A tragedy, the daily grind Seems like when the times are tough That hope is down and the price goes up There's not enough jobs to fill a cup And the streets are filled with shame Here I am in a traffic jam And ugly faces stare me down And they call this the right side of town But still I can't complain On the other side of town, People are sleeping on the ground. Fighting wars that can't be won, A 12 year old boy, With a gun. Look not far and you will find, A tragedy, The daily grind.