Grind

Here I am homeless Sometimes shoeless I really have nothing to show People look down on me wherever I go I don't mind I will soon leave them behind Never had much No loving touch Most of life I have lived among strife Of my own making Due to the chances I was taking I dream But it would seem Never to reach any higher Never to satisfy this desire Put out the fire I write Sometimes all night Life hasn't been kind Don't wish for no rewind Once was enough Still I hang tough No where left to go Nothing left to show Never to live the dream It would seem I'm reaching my end Spin is starting to bend Never to give in Yet never to win No don't mind Hate the grind Go with the flow It is all I know Out in the cold As I grow old Lost soul Survival my goal