Endure All You Can, Suck It Up

Endure all you can, suck it up with malt liquor, bread, and jam there is bound to be more. Survival is about carrying these chains the economic weight of slavery the chains of being uneducated and poor don't be-so-sorry as to be cast out of the loophole entirely, show some dignity, some deportment. Or else you're Master he'll not feed you. Endure all you can, and then some more endure all you can, suck it up with malt liquor, bread, and jam there is bound, bound to be more. Answer your given number when Master calls. It's your role, your birthright black or white, he doesn't care pay your due boy, or else Master he will sell you he'll sell you down the river. And if starvation doesn't-get-you and if an uncured ailment doesn't kill you he'll simply, one day forget you exist, neglect and ignore you? Yes, you'll be a freeman, a freeman one-day-boy when you've earned all your stripes and wages. When you've endured all you can from that day forwards, then you'll be a free man. Until then, endure all you can and then and then some more. Endure all you can, suck it up until you die with malt liquor, bread, and jam Lord, knows there's bound-to-be more to endure old-man?