Grinding

Nose to the grind. Nose to the grind.
Wiping your brow, sweat you will find.
Day in. Day out. Same rituals, same plan.
To be the best in the world while getting scrapes from the sand.

Nose to the grind. Nose to the grind.
Praying every second for a bullet to be kind.
Signed up at eighteen and lost without your voice.
Your third tour away from your sons and the gun is your only choice.

Nose to the grind. Nose to the grind.
Hustlin' in these streets getting paid from these crimes.
No love can be found without quarters and dimes
And you're sick to death of poverty, even if you soon do time.

Nose to the grind. Nose to the grind.
Pumping down on chests, all the while losing time.
The young are born. The old will die.
We are given life to put up a good fight.