The Grind


I've been grinding my whole life. they tell me no pressure, no diamonds, but hell with all this pressure you'd think that i would be swimming in riches. instead i am swimming in ditches.

i grind and i grind to get somewhere and that somewhere seems like nowhere, but check back with me in ten and then i'll be shining and dining like the fresh prince of Bel Air.the grind maybe tough, but what is life with out a struggle.


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