Slave to the Grind - Sebastian Bach

You got me forced to keep my legs in two

I’m still stuck inside this rubber room

I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind

I’m just another gear in the assembly line, oh no

The noose gets tighter

Around my throat

But I ain’t at the end of my rope

'Cause I won’t be the one left behind

You can’t be king of the world

If you’re slave to the grind

Tear down the rat racial slime

You can’t be king of the world

If you’re slave to the grind

Get it?

A routine injection, a lethal dose

But my day in the sun ain’t even close

There’s no need to waste your prayers over here

You better mark my words 'cause I masturbate

Yes, indeed

You might beg for mercy to get by

But I’d rather tear this thorn

From my side

'Cause I won’t be the one left behind

You can’t be king of the world

If you’re slave to the grind

Tear down the rat racial slime

You can’t be king of the world

If you’re slave to the grind

They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick

They tore my intention apart brick by brick

I’m sick of the jive, talk verbal insecticide

They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick

They tore my intention apart brick by brick

I’m sick of the jive, talk verbal insecticide

I won’t be the one left behind

You can’t be king of the world

If you’re slave to the grind

Tear down the rat racial slime

You can’t be king of the world

If you’re slave to the grind

Well, I said, slave to the grind

Slave to the grind

Slave to the grind