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Aug 2015
Shipwrecked, down south
See **** passed around
Dead fish in the water
So she got back on the ground
Good ol' gravel, but the gavel is here
Judges leer, but don't break skin
Pounded by the mallet
Empounded by the malice
Maybe that's the reason for the callus
On my heart, worked up and worn out
Another day bought, another one sold out
Life Isn't Black Jack
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