Every hour more bank in the stash

However, I'm not gonna lie; the management is trash

Working every weekend, hours at a time

Coming out pissed off, sour like a lime

Working ridiculous amounts, overflowing my mind

Then the only thing I can say is "that I'm on the grind."

It's hard to remember, the last time I finally got a break

Getting a day off would be rare, like a steak

I get yelled at for sh** that I haven't done wrong

I ask myself, why have I stayed here this long

I stay for the people, not the job

For happiness is something that it slowly robs

I feel my body enters a mad stage of rage

Why do I stress myself out over minimum wage

I want to find a job that is fun and lit

The solution to my problem

Should I quit?