Grind.

Smash your face,
'cos you look funny.
Want your cash,
though you got no money.
Want solid trust,
though everyone's runny.
It's what can grind you down.

Victims are sought,
so you can find worth.
Go ask for help,
get given wide berth.
Lonely in the city,
feeling lost on earth.
It's what can grind you down.

Those secure,
took our security.
Meet fools in the melting pot,
talking purity.
Eyes to you feet,
arse to history.
It's what can grind you down.

Say nothing,
but keep talking.
Not getting what we need,
but we keep fucking.
Put your head up,
to be hit by those ducking.
It's what can grind you down.

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