The Grind Lyrics

I walked all day tryin to find me work,

I must have knocked on one hundred doors.

Would have swallowed my pride for some money,

And be satisfied sweepin' the floors.



Mr. Government-man.

Mr. Silver-and-gold.

Mr. Bustin'-my-ass.

Mr. All-you-can-hold.



I spent last night a sleep on a park bench,

'til a cop came and moved me along.

Told him I wasn't botherin' nobody,

Yes he told me to go.



Everywhere, I get the same kind of answer,

Not now or maybe then.

Well me time is runnin' out on me people, yes me people.

If you're down and without a friend.



Yeah, yeah.