it’s all graft sure enough our sweat buys us candy but there’s little gravy handy I was a toiler couldn’t get myself square but manna flows from heaven and I know I’m due my share
I tried to scrape an honest
living but didn’t have a prayer some
call it criminality but I don’t
really care coz only a fool goes
hungry when there’s gravy stashed
somewhere
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