Slave to the Grind (Live in London) Skid Row

[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