Sons of the bitch

Come of the dawn

Where is it from I am so tired and yesterday's barely even gone eyes sweat fingers bleed and everything I want is out of my reach

Dayin day out,

Hard living and loving

Making it so my family dont have

To do without,

I wont bow to the "man"

I dont ask for help,

Vut i need a chang

its to hard doing this shit,

I work and i know

I am just a son of the bitch

I am just a son of a bitch

Gears grind,

Clocks are always chasing you,

To the finish line,

Everyone in the rat race trying to

Finish in time,

Here is the contract for

Your soul,now boy sing

Your john handcock in that dotted line,

Your a son of a bitch,

Bur that asss is mine,

Get back to work,

Its now over time,

Its that 5 to 9

Then that 9 to five

Struggling just to breathe

And stay alive,

U want to say something

But u bite your tongue,

Just to give it a piece of your mind

All for that american dream

You are on that grind,

I know its hard and your tired of all the bullshit,

But your one of the sons of this bitch

Yeah your one of the sons of this bitch!