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