They call you corporate?
Well then so am IYou’re that same guy I saw pass byAnd cut your eyes in my directionLike I was some kind of menaceBut we’re both lawlessI run my world from where you wouldn’t dareYou run yours from that big corner officeSame hustleDifferent size slice cut from the same seedy pieThe only real difference?You run your sins from a hundred floors highBut you hustle just like meMr. White Collar criticI may openly live itBut just like meYou push your product towards the weak and impulsiveSo like it or not you’ve been right in itJust like meSupply and demandDifferent trade, same planWe target the same clienteleThat same vulnerable manCause’ once that money changes handsWe both have no shameAll green money spends the sameYou got your stocks, insider tradeI got my rocksWe’re both self madeYou got your inside sources turned state’s witnessI employ the young and ambitiousSometimes they slip upAnd they to become snitchesSo the flavor in your greed taste just like mineTwo people who at the end of the dayPull up their britches in the same wayOne crooked leg at a time Man, you hustle just like meYou got your “just in case†insuranceStashed off shore, to be dispensed upon requestYou launderI make threatsEventually, What both of us want both of us getsYou keep a tight circleI keep one toBut mine’s called a crewIn any case it keeps us less nervousBut they serve the same damn purposeThey help us sleep while our money stays in serviceWhat I sell makes people believe they can flySo yes,My trade is predicated on a lieBut I guessYour trade is just as cleverly disguisedYou seeIt’s just that your lies are forgiven by less judgmental eyesBut both our business models have destroyed innocent livesSo in essenceWhen you stare at meIt’s like a mirrored view into your own scandal clad eyesYou know why?Cause’ you hustle Just like meCopyright © 2014 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved