Verse 1: Growing up in the ends, Essendon streets, Where the hustle's real tough, gotta stay on your feet. From the park to the shops, we were running the block, Fists up, knives out, always ready to knock. Late nights creeping, shadows in the dark, One wrong move, you could leave a mark. We were out for the grind, no time to play, In the heart of the ends, it's survival every day. Chorus: Essendon life, where the grind never ends, From the schoolyard brawls to the nights with my friends....