Lazy On the Grind Ft. Kwokkin

Yo, don't you know for sometimes are tough?

We ain't just talkin' about the need to buy stuff

Shoes, watches, designer handbags

Spending our time in malls poppin' tags

Talkin' 'bout people who live in glass cell'

With no ins and outs, no sign of help

Man, it's hell

Stuck in a cycle where rent is spent on habitual

Use of packets that make clouds dispel

Everything in their home's for sale

Jealousy of a friend that's doing well

Skeletons in the closet can't express themselves

Uh, for some life's so real

No one cries, 'cause no one feels

No one dies, 'cause no one kneels

Yeah

In our modern times society denies

The ill it hides under its street lights

Souls start to slide, is it wrong or right?

M-I-C crazy, lazy on the grind

Yo, I try to rhyme truth in my lines

Give me a fist of iron

Blue light flashing its signs

Yeah, oh, no one hears the sirens

我係度見到街燈圍繞所有街道

燦爛燈光背後問題你又睇唔睇到知唔知道

塑造到社會美好其實另有目的

埋藏伏線痕跡 沉默只會令問題累積

洞悉只顧新聞有無新聞價值

利益達到目的報導更加偏激

有人唔理你繼續傷天害理繼續得戚

有人走投無路 自殺扁低生存價值

你贪图美色 佢被迫黎交易 再交易 再角力

最後既逃避方法唯有選擇自我沉溺

再互相攻擊 互相存有偏見

呢種方式叫做弱肉強食

呢個社區繼續落去點樣生存落去

有錢人既世界窮人點樣心存樂趣

親人落淚離開 仔女你不顧而去

到底有罪無罪有罪無罪

In our modern times society denies

The ill it hides under its street lights

Souls start to slide, is it wrong or right?

M-I-C crazy, lazy on the grind

Yo, I try to rhyme truth in my lines

Give me a fist of iron

Blue light flashing its signs

Yeah, no one hears the sirens

When you desperate it's all for the takin'

And when you visit someone's house you act like it's a break in

Man, is it really your fault?

Government increase fees, so your company lay you off

Just wanna take off

Somewhere, out there, anywhere but here

A kid keeps cryin' in the background

But you still have respect

'Cause you the dude who never back' down

現實社會造就下一代感覺悲哀

攞命博既玩意繼續吸食隨時扲蓋

一而再睇唔開繼續被人迫害

傷害加速內心忿慨

絕望眼神佈滿周圍現代社會氣氛

打工个班就永远唔当佢地系人

老細板系咁搵下屬就係四千蚊既低下階層

點解系咁因為有你呢種人

In our modern times society denies

The ill it hides under its street lights

Souls start to slide, is it wrong or right?

M-I-C crazy, lazy on the grind

Yo, I try to rhyme truth in my lines

Give me a fist of iron

Blue light flashing its signs

Oh, yeah, no one hears the sirens