“RUNNING TO THE GRAVE”
(Intro)
Yeah, they say “get the bag,”
But the bag got a tag with your name on it.
Run faster, die quicker.
(Verse 1)
Everybody wants cash, nobody wants freedom
Work till you break, then they bury you beneath ’em
Boss got a Benz, you got back pain
He sipping champagne, you sip Novocaine
They sell dreams like medicine
Corporate cartel, call it venison
Feed you lies, “retire, you’ll live”
But you’ll die before you ever forgive
You trade health for wealth, that’s the sickness
Blood in the paycheck, death on the hit list
Clock ticks loud like a bomb in your chest
But “grind harder” is the modern-day test
(Hook)
We’re just running, running to the grave
Thinking one day we’ll be saved
Sick mind, sick soul, sick wage
Just a rat in a golden cage
We’re just running, running to the grave
Breaking backs just to be slaves
If heaven’s at the end of the maze
Then hell is every single day
(Verse 2)
Who told you life is a rat race?
Who told you money is God’s face?
Whole world chasing fake status
Till the graveyard’s overcrowded
Your boss gets rich off your burnout
Your wife gets tired, kids turn out
Like strangers living in your house
Your family grows old without you around
And they clap when you die from the pressure
Post a pic, call you a “great treasure”
Meanwhile, they never paid attention
To the mental breakdown you mentioned
(Hook)
We’re just running, running to the grave
Thinking one day we’ll be saved
Sick mind, sick soul, sick wage
Just a rat in a golden cage
We’re just running, running to the grave
Breaking backs just to be slaves
If heaven’s at the end of the maze
Then hell is every single day
(Bridge)
Fuck a pension plan, fuck the grind
Fuck the poison in your mind
They say “work hard, it’s a blessing”
But stress is just a slow-ass weapon
(Verse 3)
Wake up, you ain’t living, you’re coping
Dead eyes open, heart broken
No freedom, just dopamine tokens
Sold to you, overdosed and stolen
This ain’t life, this a contract killing
Clock-in bullet, clock-out billing
Money don’t talk, it screams and laughs
While you bleed out for the psychopaths
(Outro / Breakdown)
You can’t buy back time you spent
You can’t cash out on youth that’s bent
The finish line ain’t heaven or fame
It’s just a headstone with your name
Running, running to the grave…
RAi
