Grind Songtext
von Beasto Blanco

I may not been born with a crown on my head
But mom gave me muscles and knuckles instead
Got iron inside and dirt in my nails
Sweat drags the stones that are blazing this trail

My collar is blue but my leather is black
Nothing insistence already in back
Not thinking about where I am now
Just where I am at and what′s the next town

And I grind
And I grind
Once I pull the trigger
I can't take it back
Like a bullet from the barrel
And I stay on track

And I grind
I aim for the head
I like a fine toned rebel
The dealer ascot devil


I may not been born with dollars in hand
But goodwill and bad times made me understand
Got no Lady Luck but chance is all mine
My story played out and it′s time of my life

And I grind
I aim for the head
I like a fine toned rebel
The dealer ascot devil

And I grind
I am the king
The king of Smith and Weston
The curse is a blessing

And I grind
All rise the thunders rise
(I grind)
So does the beast and ash and grime
(I grind)
The road homes the longest ride
(I grind)
Live fast and then I die


And I grind
I aim for the head
I like a fine toned rebel
The dealer ascot devil

And I grind
I am the king
The king of Smith and Weston
The curse is a blessing