Pennies on the clock

Counting days by hourly wage

Like pennies on the clock

Dollars on the daily

Then you shop until you drop

Special offers, prey on paupers

Limited in time

Endless in their poverty

For property breeds crime

If seconds are for sloppy taste

And time still lags behind

No minute should be laid to waste

For those who bust and grind

If hustle kind breeds tougher minds

But none can persevere

Then why should I be spending mine

On dreams instead of fear?