Tom: C#m
C#m B
What you won't and what you will
F#m A
Workin' for your dollar bill
C#m B
Sad to see the old slave mill
F#m A
Is grindin' slow, but grindin' still
C#m B
Walkin' home, a youth gets killed
F#m A
Police free to shoot at will
C#m B
Sad to see the old slave mill
F#m A
Is grindin' slow, but grindin' still
C#m B
Nine to five, you know the drill
F#m A
Weekends are a short lived thrill
C#m B
Sad to see the old slave mill
F#m A
Is grindin' slow, but grindin' still
C#m B
Cup runneth over 'till it spill
F#m A
Take until they've had their fill
C#m B
Sad to see the old slave mill
F#m A
Is grindin' slow, but grindin' still
[Verse 1]
F#m E F#m
Some of us think we're too big
F#m E F#m
'Cause the system gives us jobs
C#m B C#m
Even though it's just a low paying gig
C#m B C#m
Some of us will boast and brag
F#m E F#m
And those of us who think we're small
F#m E F#m
Just because we don't have much
C#m B C#m
That's really not the case at all
C#m B C#m
There's riches that the flesh can't touch
F#m E F#m
Some of us don't respect names
F#m E F#m
Some of us don't respect loves
C#m B C#m
Some of us don't respect life
C#m B C#m
Even though we worship God
F#m E F#m
And some of us won't let go faith
F#m E F#m
No matter what the price may cost
G#m
Some of us won't practice hate
G#m
Because we still believe in love
[Chorus]
C#m B
What you won't and what you will
F#m A
Workin' for your dollar bill
C#m B
Sad to see the old slave mill
F#m A
Is grindin' slow, but grindin' still
C#m B
Walkin' home, a youth gets killed
F#m A
Police free to shoot at will
C#m B
Sad to see the old slave mill
F#m A
Is grindin' slow, but grindin' still
C#m B
Nine to five, you know the drill
F#m A
Weekends are a short lived thrill
C#m B
Sad to see the old slave mill
F#m A
Is grindin' slow, but grindin' still
C#m B
Cup runneth over 'till it spill
F#m A
Take until they've had their fill
C#m B
Sad to see the old slave mill
F#m A
Is grindin' slow, but grindin' still
[Verse 2]
F#m E F#m
Most of us think we're too good
F#m E F#m
Just because material gain
C#m B C#m
If we were living as we should
C#m B C#m
Then less of us would be in pain
F#m E F#m
Those who are misunderstood
F#m E F#m
Still deserve a voice to claim
C#m B C#m
The things that are still meaningful
C#m B C#m
To each and all of us the same
F#m E F#m
And some will say the cups are full
F#m E F#m
And give Jah thanks to what we've gained
C#m B C#m
And some will say there's much more weight to pull
C#m B C#m
And them will tell you that straight up and plain
F#m E F#m
And some will think outside the box
F#m E F#m
While some of us will hold our lanes
G#m
And some of us we write the facts
G#m
While some of us a-chop down cane
[Chorus]
C#m B
What men won't and what they will
F#m A
Working for a dollar bill
C#m B
Sad to see the old slave mill
F#m A
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
C#m B
Walking home, a child gets killed
F#m A
Police free to shoot at will
C#m B
Hurts to see the old slave mill
F#m A
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
C#m B
Nine to five you u know the drill
F#m A
Weekends are a short-lived thrill
C#m B
Sad' to see the old slave mill
F#m A
Is grinding slow but grinding still
C#m B
Cup runneth over till it spill
F#m A
Take until they've had their fill
C#m B
Sad to see the old slave mill
F#m A
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
C#m B
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
F#m A
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
C#m B
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
F#m A
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
C#m B
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
F#m A
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
C#m B
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
F#m A
[Outro]
F#m E F#m E
I can remember when uh... Those crazy times
C#m D#m C#m D#m
I can remember when uh... Those crazy times
F#m E F#m E
I can remember when uh... Those crazy times
C#m D#m C#m D#m
I can remember when uh... Those crazy times
