(Intro)
9-5 is how you survive
But the Daley Grind is do or die

Ey, Ey, Ey

(Hook)
Ey, this ain’t your everyday nine to five (five)
For every step I take forward I go four behind
Do I, choose A or B (Gees) for stayin’ alive
(Hi) welcome to the Daley Grind

Well, Welcome to the Daley Grind
Well, Welcome to the Daley Grind
Well, Welcome to the Daley Grind

(Verse 1)
I guess the question is why, It's on my mind all the time
And should I delve in or just sit and recline
just to find a bit of comfort and take the easy route
For now or find the root and try to figure it out

I went A, for way too long and often
As of late, B's been the only option
Now I see, a little clearer when I'm feelin the ride
I AM D, but for now I am me, ego's aside

I'm not even thomas daley or made to be thomacide
Diving deeper though i complicate everything simplified
So i find, or so it feels or so it seems, real for a second
I thirst for enlightenment like a blessing

But never count it, like whats the point, it's short lived
I found it but i'm anticipating loosing it, give
Is hard to come by, all I, witness is take
Makes a man take interest in nothing but his his mistakes

Ey, if that's the case I shouldn't let reason take,
over and be leaving everything up to fate
Notice I'm living most of my present moments in either
the past or the future, I'll take a camera and shoot ya

Ironically though I'm focusing on the picture
Then focusing on the moment I'm glad it's got auto focus
It took a mystery illness and my throat to erode
to look at life from the angles I've seen in order to grow

So, many notes in my iPhone though
My adams apple, zone, feeling like i could choke
Gastro-entoroligists followed up endoscopes
Showing there’s nothing wrong, saying I'm free to go

I know that'd be ideal if i didn't feel
Exactly the same when I came in for real
About a year ago, being sent home
With a box of pills, doc they're making me ill

These consultations I'm taking no time for an explanation
They diagnose me the same as the rest of these other patients
My patience is wearing thin, my symptoms feel like complaints n
Just writing up a prescriptions not justifying my payments

Fuckin listen to what I'm saying
I thank the higher for rapping and taking all my frustration
I could be writing pages and goin’ in like the matrix
But I dunno how to say half the shit my being is faced with

Man i could go on for days with it, nights with it
battle of the brain and i'm game enough to fight with it
WHY? thats the mother fuckin question
Don't be a bitch count your mother fuckin blessin's

And I've just seen it right now as I write it down
Bless sins..
I guess, the next question is...
How

(Hook)
Ey, this ain’t your everyday nine to five (five)
For every step I take forward I go four behind
Do I, choose A or B (Gees) for stayin’ alive
(Hi) welcome to the Daley Grind