My Grind

Grinding through the struggle, yeah, the hustle never stops, Chasing paper dreams while the world around me flops, Heart heavy, burdens like a boulder on my back, But I’m stacking up the digits, never looking off the track. Late nights, bright lights, drowning in the grind, Focused on the vision, leave the drama far behind, Money on my mind, yeah, I’m cutting all the ties, Only real ones by me, see the truth through the lies. Count the blessings, every lesson, building up my worth, In a city full of fakes, I’m just digging in the dirt, Got my eyes on the prize, while they chase a fleeting glance, Never falling for the games, man, I’m married to the chance. Dreams of better days, stacking green like it’s a sport, Living life relentless, never seeking out support, So I’m grinding, shining, through the pain and the strife, Got my vision locked in, yeah, that’s the hard life.