Workin' My Way Down

Verse
I was born in the middle, not too rich, not too poor,
Dad worked his fingers, keepin' us above the floor.
Ma said, “Son, you always do the best you can,”
But the system’s rigged, and it don’t give a damn.

Pre-Chorus
I tried to climb that ladder, thought I’d make it high,
But every step I took just made me wonder why.

Chorus
I started in the middle, now I’m workin' my way down,
This ol’ world spins 'round, but I’m stuck on the ground.
The rich get richer, and the poor stay low,
Ain’t no break for the man who’s got nowhere to go.

Verse
Worked my hands to the bone, tried to play by the rules,
But it’s hard to get ahead when you’re just payin' dues.
They say the land of the free, well that’s just a lie,
When you're shackled to the grind, barely gettin' by.

Pre-Chorus
I did my time, and I paid my way,
But the more I give, the more they take away.

Chorus
I started in the middle, now I’m workin' my way down,
This ol’ world spins 'round, but I’m stuck on the ground.
The rich get richer, and the poor stay low,
Ain’t no break for the man who’s got nowhere to go.

Bridge
Well, they say to keep on pushin', but I’ve pushed all I can,
The weight of this world falls heavy on a man.
You start with a dream, but dreams get sold,
And you wake up wonderin' where you lost your hold.

Chorus
I started in the middle, now I’m workin' my way down,
This ol’ world spins 'round, but I’m stuck on the ground.
The rich get richer, and the poor stay low,
Ain’t no break for the man who’s got nowhere to go.

Outro
Started in the middle, now I’m fallin' slow,
The harder I fight, the deeper I go.
It’s a long road down when the top ain’t in sight,
But I keep on movin’, keep on fightin' the fight.