Slave to the Grind (Live in London)

Lyrics

[Intro] Good evening, London [Verse 1] You got me forced to break my lids in two I'm still stuck inside this rubber room I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind I'm just another gear in the assembly line, oh no [Pre-Chorus] The noose gets tighter Around my throat But I ain't at the end of my rope [Chorus] 'Cause I won't be the one left behind You can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime, come on King of the world If you're slave to the grind Fuckin' right? [Verse 2] A routine injеction, a lethal dose But my day in the sun ain't еven up close There's no need to waste your prayers on me You better mark my words 'cause I'm history, yes indeed C'mon [Pre-Chorus] You might beg for mercy To get by But I'd rather tear this thorn from my side [Chorus] 'Cause I won't be the one left behind You can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind [Bridge] They swallow their daggers by turning their trick They tore my intention apart brick by brick Sick of the jive Talk verbal insecticide Go [Guitar Solo] Alright, London Let us see you bang those fuckin' heads, come on [Bridge] They swallow their daggers by turning their trick They tore my intention apart brick by brick Sick of the jive Talk verbal insecticide [Chorus] Well, I won't be the one left behind You can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime, come on King of the world If you're slave to the grind That's right [Outro] I said slave to the grind Slave to the grind Slave to the grind