Prisoners for profit (for profit) | read it slow, Numbers in a ledger where the bodies go. Turn a cell into a storefront, lock the door, Sell a life in bulk—then ask for more. [Verse 1] Those that drink not, pour theft in the cup, Fill it fast when the bosses step up. Steal what money makes sweet on the tongue, Then forget by Friday what the week has done. [Verse 2] Different worlds, same song on repeat, Ruled by the insanely strong in the street. Rich write laws they bend and abuse, While gangs take souls and we call it “news.” [Verse 3] Underground violence buys you silence, Intimidation hits like psytrance violence. In the shadows snakes slither and lurch, Hiss in the dark like a midnight church. [Verse 4] Money dirty or clean is power, But the glittery sheen turns sour by the hour. Man sold the world for a quarterly lift, So I stood up mad and hurled my gift. [Verse 5] The sky polluted—burnt but sunny, Nature diluted—turned for money. How much will we forfeit to dollars and collars? Till the map turns ash and the saints turn scholars? [Chorus] Prisoners for profit — say it clear, Cages on a balance sheet, year by year. Bodies as product, pain as the plan, We don’t call that “justice”—we call it a scam. [Verse 6] Lock people in cages for earnings, Turn them to labor for the discerning. Labor laws don’t protect them now, “You mean you respect them? Wow.” [Breakdown | half-time] Read the fine print, tiny as dust, They sell you “safety” but it’s built on rust. If it pays, they pass the pen tonight, If it bleeds its just “business,” - act like its “right.” [Final Chorus] Prisoners for profit — say it clear, Cages on a balance sheet, year by year. Bodies as product, pain as the plan, We don’t call that “justice”—we call it a scam. [Outro] Prisoners for profit (no more) | not our name, Not our flag, not our faith in the flame. Open the gates, let the daylight in— No more cashing checks on human skin.
