Sydney’s Fight

Early mornings, Sydney's waking up, shifting gears beneath the sky

Concrete battles, traffic fights, just to get the job done right

Vika's games and crooked plays, trying to hold my ground tight

But I fight to keep my head above the flood, beneath the bright spotlight

Crawling out before the dawn, gotta beat the morning rush

Cracks and pipelines, heavy loads, hands gritty, feeling crushed

She lied about my speed, took my buggy, left me stuck in silent frustration

Scheming in the shadows, outsmart the games, avoiding condemnation

Saved the swans, dodged the flood, no need to close the gates

Rescued the day, no more bypass, sealed the fate

Coworkers fighting their own war, pain in every cheer

In the chaos, finding strength, shedding all the fear

Fuck the sneaky painters, the snitching groundsmen, dogs on the prowl

Josh calling, chasing work, Sally’s questions, now I howl

Alex feels my pain, we're comrades, unspoken understandings

In a city full of chaos, we keep on standing

Audits, red tape, tearing down what’s real

Hospital calls, hoping for escape, what I feel

The pressure's mounting, the mental toll, it’s a heavy load

Dreaming of a quiet place where I wouldn’t have to scroll

Sydney’s gritty, working-hearted, heart in every scar

Searching for salvation, somewhere beyond this city’s jar

Wake up, gear up again, another day to fight the war

But inside I wonder, is there more I’m living for?