fields of dollars,
make someone rich,
                       that subject is taboo, write of sunshine and fluffy clouds,
  at the gas pump,
    cell phone providers,
                                      whoa, smell any conspiracy in the air,
     stinks of family lineage,
       where even the skeletons are well dressed,
                                                        ­            especially those in the closet,
          who never did come out,
           even after they retired from politics,
                                                                ­    don't water down your investments, invest in water rights, and oil rights, and undermining other's rights, you'll make a killing and be rich,

there is an killing, in killing
there takes a will to consider money above all things,
there are those that give back,
there are those who attack,
the vulnerable for their money,

losing all can **** dreams,
losing all can change retirement plans,

wander in the killing fields of the greedy,
                               will leave you needy,
protect your heart,
protect your mind,
don't be blind,
or when you sleep you will grind your teeth,
in a personal rebuke,
protect what little you have,
lest you become a fool and become separated,
in the chaos as life churns you up and spits you
to the streets, because
of liars and cheats.

They sing too lightly to be heard,
their fingers pick pockets that
are wired today, they **** softly,
with your hard earned currency,
your green streams away
from your corpse in the copse
of electric trees.