Yeah. They got a new sound now. Not the sound of the siren, not the sound of the factory whistle dying in the night.
It’s the click-click of the trading screen. It’s the whisper of the Executive Order. It’s the sound of the whole damn system getting an upgrade.
They call it Digital Asset Freedom. But I’m just waiting for the invoice.
See, the man in the big house, he used to hate it. Called it a scam, something made of air. But then he saw the ticker go green, and suddenly, he found his religion.
“Old pirates, yes, they rob I; Sold I to the merchant ships, Minutes after they took IFrom the bottomless pit. But my hand was made strong By the hand of the all mighty. We forward in generationTriumphantly.Won’t you help me sing