by Cheryl Foster
Not just livin’ large, livin’ stupid and grand
Multi-million dollar bonuses and stock option plans
Re-selling mortgages like they’re daily newspapers
Your mortgage upside down? Don’t hate, we’re steady chasin’ that paper
Outsourcing jobs for that bigger bottom line
With definite plans to leave the 2-comma crowd behind
Deregulate, re-regulate, buy off those politicians
And watch them bring us money like they’re our personal magicians
When it all goes down, including Lehman and A.I.G.
They’ll be no more sellin’ mortgages like we’re playin’ monopoly
Not worth the paper they’re written on, corporate assets almost gone
Why? Because we’re so damn busy getting’ our corporate thug on!
“People will lose their job.” “So.” “Their 401’s now 201’s.” “So.”
“They can’t pay their bills.” “So.” “Their house foreclosed.” “So.”
Hey my wiggas, hey my wiggas, hey don’t you know
There’s a brand new way of makin’ serious grand theft dough
We’ll be getting’ that bailout money!! We’ll be getting’ that bailout money!
Give it up taxpayers, throw your hands in the air
This is the final frontier of real class warfare
Gotta show you petty ballers what Wall Street cred is all about
We install government ATM’s and make ALL the cash come out!
Noone on Wall Street has Swagga like us
Swagga like us, Swagga Swagga like us
Noone on Wall Street has Swagga like us
Swagga like us, Swagga Swagga like us…
We’ll be getting’ that bailout money! We’ll be getting’ that bailout money!
BALLIN’
Yo, hold up, you Street ballers don’t hold all the cred
We Detroit boys are on your heels, we too want bread from the Fed
We’ve gotta get paid too, that Street-stealing game is so, so old
Rollin’ to D.C. in our fuel-efficient Hummers, yeah, we are just that bold
Move aside cause we want Paul, son, to hand over some of that loot
So we can continue wearing our tailor-made Brooks Bros. suits
Gotta get some of that bailout money! Gotta get some of that bailout money!
We CEO’s are sorry, yeah, we made some small mistakes
But to hell with the taxpayers, we say “let ‘em eat cake!”
First we arrived in our jets and we don’t mean Jet Blue
But we’ll be leavin’ this beeeootch in our golden parachutes!
Noone in Detroit has Swagga like us
Swagga like us, Swagga Swagga like us
Noone in Detroit has Swagga like us
Swagga like us, Swagga Swagga like us
ROLLIN’
Cheryl
2008
“Bailout Money” is a poem from my book of poetry, “Not For Women Only” My Life in Poem by Cheryl Foster.
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