Well they can put me in a jail cell   And they can throw away the key   They can give me a life sentence   It don't mean shit to me   'Cause the rules by which they play with   And the rules by which they live   Seem so damn archaic   Something's gotta give   Something's gotta give   Got no future here now, ain't no lie   Just a bunch of losers doing time   I'm on the hard grind   I'm on the hard grind   Well you can dump me in a trash can   And you can hang me by my balls   You can shoot me with a shotgun   It don't mean much at all   'Cause this thing that you call justice   Yeah, this thing for which you fight   It makes you so self-righteous   But it don't give you the right   No it don't give you the right   Got no future here now, ain't no lie   Just a bunch of losers doing time   Say goodbye   I'm on the hard grind   I'm on the hard grind   Five to nine   This ain't no part time   I'm on the hard grind   I'm on the hard grind   I'm societies menace   I'm a felony crime   I'm a bad example   I'm a parasite