Slave to their wants
You're a slave to their needs
They need more work
Pull you off the fucking street
Selling our labor getting it on the cheap
Work behind bars greasing palms of the police
Life you knew it's fucking gone
Family too it's fucking gone
All that's left is what they plan for you
Bars and chains numbers for name
They fucked up your life now you don't have a say
Prison planet they're breaking your back
Call it corrections
They're the ones making the cash
Wardens are bastards
Meet your new masters
And when that riot comes
You know you're number one
On my list you piece of shit