Truckers Are The Blood – Andrew Jackson Jihad (AJJ)By Don’t know if I believe in godBut sometimes I prayBecause the way I was raisedKeeps me afraidA scientist that has to have his wayI subsist of a steady diet of shameI hope I can forgive meFor having the nerve to existI hope someone can help meMake some sense of thisI work a ten hour graveFrom nine to sevenAnd I can’t fall asleepUntil eleven past elevenThere’s no drug that I can takeThat will keep me from being awakePast my, past my bedtimeTruckers are the blood in the veins of the body of AmericaStates are the arms and the legs and the brains and the eyesThere’s a disease spreading from organ to organAnd you are the white blood cell that fixes the problemYou don’t know your own powerYou don’t know what you’re worthYou don’t recognize your valorAnd until you do, nothing you do will matter www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20