| It looks like the system | |
| tries to hold me down | |
| But guess what? I ain't ****ing around | |
| You can't deny the pride | |
| that I have shown | |
| I grind hard and I must hold my own | |
| Coming from the gutter | |
| It's so hard to get ahead | |
| Taking no one's bullshit | |
| and working for my bread | |
| The future don't look positive, | |
| the rat race holds me down | |
| What a struggle keeping | |
| two feet on the ground | |
| Someday I'll have my peace of mind | |
| I'll keep fightin', one day I will find | |
| A decent life where self-respect is shown | |
| Until then I must hold my own | |
| Always under pressure | |
| I take things as they come | |
| Always looking up, | |
| look out for number one! | |
| My views got you in check, | |
| I never back down, | |
| I pack a hard punch, | |
| and I always stand my ground | |
| I - will not back down | |
| Holding my own, I stand my ground | |
| You will not break me | |
| My belief is my way can't you see? | |
| Coming from the gutter | |
| It's so hard to get ahead | |
| Taking no one's bullshit | |
| and working for my bread | |
| The future don't look positive, | |
| the rat race holds me down | |
| What a struggle keeping | |
| two feet on the ground | |
| Never back down |