Grind

Black and white’s not color

It’s a value, not a hue

Public execution coming off in black and blue

You claimed you’d nailed it but you just came unglued

This crumbling house you barely built is entirely screwed

I was sold and I was bought and

I was told what I was taught and

I was old and was forgotten

I was old

I was gold and I was rotten

I would fold when I was fought and

I was cold and I was hot and

I was cold, cold

We saw this coming

We saw this coming

I think food for thought ought to be force-fed in school

It’s sad these recently deleted dreams cannot come true

Keep pushing out ‘cause that’s what you love to do

Collect conflicting viewpoints for your stupid point of view, now