I'm a 21 century slave
Every prison is equip with a factory line
It's the masters plan the master mind

Make money off your time
My hands are raw and they smell like swine
But what do you care

You're just out there
You got fresh air
Wile im trapped in hell

It's just another day
I sit and I wait
I'm trying to get paid

23 cents is the hourly wage
And a paid vacation to a rats cage
Or a rats nest

What ever noun seems to fit it best
You can fill in the rest
But protect your neck

You're caught between
A rock and a hard spot
Flickering lights of a cop car

Now your heart stops and you're hauled off
To a fly jar