[Geno]

Mortar and block, a lot, enough to build a million floors to the top
porous -a mop, they suck the mixture in until the joints interlock
The hoist is noisy, it rocks, as square as can be, beware of the breeze
The beems for support seem arogant, keen, and carefully cleaned
couple set of stairs are complete, the marriott, its greediest member
Its been his dream as far back as he could remember, or better
Adolescence, teenage endeavors, the years that we gain our leverage
Too bad these days are measured, but his were just as rocky as yours
Immature, he hung with the wrong crowd -the more popular sort
Cocky rapport, jockies and whores, people who won't possibly flourish
The type to sting you once and die like the wasp and the hornet
That was his possie, enforcement, an entourage of endorsement
Back in the day they meant something -now they're not as important
Blue collar assortment, after highschool they were college abortions
Lacks of confidence, orphans, who dropped under the chairs
Didn't matter to him though -his fucking money was heired
In his twenties his parents, who were luxuries -both expired
So he suddenly owns their property, company, whole monopoly
Doesn't know shit about it, but wants to control it propperly
People who know him say he's a fuck up, a joke, a problem
And constantly bet when he'll be basically broke, forgotten
he's playing oppossum, knowing he's got it figured to stay rich
Figures he made it, but his accountant has different arrangements
Dipped in his savings, hasn't written down or kept track of his debts
But when you hire a guy you picked on, I guess that's what you get
Its the casket effect, when karma catches up to your ass
In this case, he gave his bank account stats to someone he harrassed