A thousand things changed in the game
a million strange things remained the same.
Integrity is bought and sold
what was hot now runs cold.
A stiff price is paid when strangers trust
as this charade ends in a bust.
Try to make this hard game pay
I found out theres no easy way.
Smile outside, inside ill
if the product dont kill you the people will.
A rip-off when the cost considered
I end up lost and more embittered.
All the opportunities that I missed
dealing with mad scientists.
Now my days are dull and dormant
my fortune told by an informant.
They found a special place for me
its called the penitentiary.
One last thing I'd like to say
I know for sure that crime don't pay
After all the games a scam
now I'm a trafficker in a traffic jam!
-Santacruz-
Folsom State Prison
2001
