spent most my adult life dirt poor

went to college but still wish i learned more

wish i had some skills to bank on

now i barely got two legs to stand on

never figured myself to be livin broke

lack of funds like im sniffin coke

im sick of folks with dough to burn

making a killing that they dont earn

while i take home pennies for mad sweat

gamblin i die rich is a real bad bet

but thats the game plan, time for a change

its time to take that, time for some change

not talking about muggin with a knife in the face

goign to get rich in a night and a day

cause livin so poor has got me feelin sick

only solution: to steal from the rich

giving to the poor, that would be satan

25 to life facin for home invasion

but im smarter then that, im gonna snake em

i tried to earn it but if i have to ill take it



my only weapon, bogus tax law

and youll be my victim if your lax at all

my master plan with no imprisonment

i carry no badge and no jurisdiction

recent immigrants, senior citizens

my equasion figured in all of your ignorance

IRS audits, i file em often

i need to get rich and your life is the cost, kid

confidence gamin with counterfeit papers

your money seems funny, im an IRS agent

representative of the revenue service

makin you destitute is my purpose

a shoulder to cry on, the line to sign on

the crime's a lie and all of the fines tall



"in a hotel youll be sequestered

while we search your home and review your expenses

and after weve gone thru it

youll be home in a week if theres no wrong doing

the time is short, these crimes are enforced"

little do they know they will buy me a porche

shop at the nicest stores and buy fine whores

let expensive wine pour then buy more



"but beware, it happens often

you could have all your belongings auctioned

so for less inconvienence and delaying

all of your cooperations appreciated"

make my big break stealin identities

goddamn, let this feelin never cease

victimize others so its never me

then im out the country gettin free



for a week i was steppin hard

gettin cars with their credit cards

slept in their beds with AC cranking

fridge full of food for daily snacking

they say 'its hardly you!", rocking armani suits

pockets full of hearty loot

you know ill never be charged or used

lack of evidence so they cant hardly prove

just a few more days and im on a plane

on my way to stay in monterey

south of the border, never be around for court orders

never found or tortured, just a mound of disorder



but my plan hit a snag, missed while researching

the marks son is an attorney

he looked into the matter and went to the cops ratting

now they are at the door trying to ram it

impersonating goverment agents will get me federal time

they may take me dead but never alive

never thought that id go out like this

only fair that i live poor die rich