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Lyrics
[Verse]
Clock hands spinning, tickin’ on my soul,
Shoulders bent, bearing bricks of gold,
Sweat drips, rivers on a rocky road,
They lounging back, sipping stories untold.
Grimy boots, stomp echoes in the dirt,
My spine’s a staircase, climbing through hurt,
While they recline, smooth suits, no smirk,
I’m the hammer and nail, they the clean-pressed shirt.
[Chorus]
Grindstone blues, yeah, grindstone blues,
Breaking backs for dreams they misuse,
Grindstone blues, they snooze, I choose,
To keep the fire burning, paying my dues.
[Verse 2]
Fingers cracked, calloused hymns they hum,
They sit in the shade, while I chase the sun,
Digging deep, trenches where the rivers run,
They feast on the fruits, I’m chewing the crumbs.
Clouds of doubt, but I walk through rain,
Muscles screaming symphonies of pain,
Lazy hands soft, but my labor’s gained,
A legacy forged in this blood-soaked chain.
[Prechorus]
No shortcuts, no cheats, no tricks,
Every brick I stack feels like six,
Still, they watch, cushioned in bliss.
Details
GeneratedNov 25, 2025
Duration1:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
effortless, rhythmic, smoky and melodic, rap, bouncy
Credits
Prompt by
MIG1274
MIG1274ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap • Effortless
• Rhythmic
• Bouncy
• Smoky and melodic create a song from this rhyme style, emphasizing the struggles that the hard workers go through every day even when the lazy people do noth
