The Daily Grind

Another morning and I'm awake
The same old thing but a different day
I want to drive but my tank is dry
The ground is wet with rain
Greedy people are pushing me
Needy people in misery
On the other side of town
People are sleeping on the ground
Look not far and you will find
A tragedy, the daily grind

Seems like when the times are tough
That hope is down and the price goes up
There's not enough jobs to fill a cup
And the streets are filled with shame
Here I am in a traffic jam
And ugly faces stare me down
And they call this the right side of town