I live in the poorest state there is
It would be worse without slaves I tend
Make no mistake I live on slavery
The more the better far as I’m concerned
Before the slaves came we had no prison
We lived hand to mouth share-cropping day by day
But then the bosses built a brand new coop
And filled it up with brand new slaves to tend
Tough’s the word — the way we handle things
We all got jobs — we keep the slaves in line
We’re better off — the prison keeps us flush
We play the game — we know when we must hush
I wouldn’t say that I am middle class
But I am better off — much better than I was
I’ll vote for prison builders every time
I’ll tell the world I live by fighting crime
