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D. Chuck

Can't Truss' It

Gettin' me bruised on a cruise

What I got to lose, lost all contact

Got me layin' on my back

Rollin' in my own leftover

When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else's

90 F--kin' days on a slave ship

Count 'em fallin' off 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a time

Blood in the wood and it's mine

I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain

Like my brain bein' chained

Still gotta give it what I got

But it's hot in the day, cold in the night

But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive

Attitude boils up inside

And that ain't it (think I'll every quit)

Still I pray to get my hands 'round

The neck of the man with the whip