Decent Times

Grinding gears, in a machine too vast Counting coins, making every dollar last A simple space, a humble place to call mine [Pre-Chorus] Every morning, wakes another fight With these two hands, I'ma set my life right Struggling in a life of modest dreams [Pre-Chorus] These days the grind is continuous This heart, a wish, so insistent [Chorus] Damn! I don't need to be a tycoon! Damn! Just need a little breathing room! Damn! Middle class is my tune! Patching jeans (patching jeans) Life ain't about being in magazines A bit of peace, my own fortress of solitude [Pre-Chorus] I'm chasing balance, not just pursuits Casting my future, in sturdy boots Contentment’s wealth, beyond silver or gold This daily race, ain't for the faint But I found strength, in every constraint A patch of grass, a fence of pine [Pre-Chorus] I'm not seeking the stars, just a place that's mine Where work and worth don't misalign Fighting hard for a slice of decent times