The Daily Grind

Another morning and I'm awake

The same old thing on 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 & 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

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

Twelve year-old boy with a gun

Look not far and you will find

A tragedy, the daily grind