Prison Is Private Property - Rocky Votolato

The have nots have had enough and now they’re out to kill the king

Of what looks to be an evil empire where short-term earnings mean everything

There’s a pressure to deliver here, your gonna get hurt if you don’t play this

game

Nobody will ever know, just the CEO to the CFO

If you can work some magic, we can double our paychecks, so make the #s look

right

Wall street is a ruthless mistress with a quick and painful judgment

Temptation is in deep now, threads of greed run through this fabric

Weaving tapestries over your eyes to prepare the landscapes for disaster

Anthrax or a plane crash, biochemical, or even nuclear attacks

Integrity is too damn expensive, discount the price but still

Nobody’s buying so come up with the money boys or you’ll be chocking on a barrel

And it just might be your own finger squeezing on the trigger

Call in the reinforcements

You’re working hard on a life of your own

Three square meals and a place to call home

The American dream can be found here if you keep your mouth closed

But the teeth you keep clenched is what’s killing the chance

Your mouth is watering as you imagine

Swallowing each new possession

Its building a prison

You’ll think there’s a place where you made it

You searched for this your whole life

New answers will satisfy but then you realize it’s never enough

That’s the slickest marketing I’ve ever seen — a spiraling trap

With enough ambition and a firm set of rules you can have anything you want

You can walk right out into the world and capture and kill god

In a little box or a little book to be understood

But no one can argue with the good sense and strength of a solid foundation

Or with the weakness born when corruption is the rule and not the exception

I’m trying hard to forget everything I thought I knew

You’ve climbed much too high to let the truth stop you now

Or to concern yourself with the investments of