Work, Work, Sleep...And Repeat

Break my back, and for bloody what?
Dirt under my nails and eyes bloodshot?

Government taxing and taking funds,
Then wonder why the poor result to guns,

Got three jobs, still can't pay rent,
I work all the hours that God ever sent,

Tell you the truth, I'm passed breaking points,
I'm a tired mind, with tired joints,

Do I pray, do I scam, get job number four?
Take this aggression and hold up a store?

Do I cry, do I borrow, do I beg on the street?
Do I save a little money, by forgetting to eat?

I work to live, but when does that part come?
If there's fun to be had, when do I get some?

Maybe the answer's just over the hill,
Nope...my mistake...that's another bill...