Pockets jingling with a hollow sound

Empty bottles rolling on the ground

Every step closer to a quarter’s gain

Counting trash

Driving me insane

Gimme five cents a pop

This grind won’t ever stop

Stacking cans to the sky

Recycling just to get by

Dumpster diving under neon haze

Echo of glass in the alley’s maze

Midnight hustle under streetlamp’s glow

A bottle army in a row

Gimme five cents a pop

This grind won’t ever stop

Stacking cans to the sky

Recycling just to get by

Plastic dreams clinking in my hand

Building fortunes out of trash I planned

Sick of waiting for the big parade

This is wealth

Scavenger’s trade

Gimme five cents a pop

This grind won’t ever stop

Stacking cans to the sky

Recycling just to get by