[Intro]

Keep more.
Make more.
Live more.

That was the promise.
But somebody had to pay for it.

[Verse 1]

He talked about security,
He talked about a plan,
Real estate and collateral,
Put your future in his hands.

Ten percent every ninety days,
Guaranteed, they said,
Properties standing underneath it,
Nothing here to dread.

Retirement money, savings,
Credit opened wide,
College funds and borrowed cash,
All flowing to one side.

They thought their money built the loans,
They thought the numbers proved it,
But the money wasn't making money—

New investors moved it.

[Pre-Chorus]

The payments kept arriving,
So everybody believed,
Another cheque, another friend,
Another family deceived.

More money through the doorway,
More confidence outside—

While the man who sold financial freedom
Was learning how to Live More inside.

[Chorus]

Keep more!
Make more!
Live more!

A yacht was waiting offshore.

Private jets and Land Rovers,
Cabo underneath the sun,
A luxury bus rolling down the highway—

While the Ponzi kept on running.

Three hundred and eighty million,
More than two thousand lives,
You can dress a lie in real estate—

But you can't hide where the money goes forever.

[Verse 2]

A hundred salespeople selling,
Four percent when money came,
President's Club and Chairman's Council,
Luxury trips became the game.

Put the logo behind home plate,
Put the name upon a car,
Make the company look successful,
Make the founder look the part.

Write a book on financial freedom,
Tell them how the wealthy live,
Show them everything that money buys—

But never show them what produced it.

Because a stadium isn't evidence,
And a yacht can't prove a trade,
A photograph beside success
Doesn't show you how it's paid.

[Pre-Chorus]

Then regulators started digging,
Following every wire,
Through the properties and bank accounts,
The numbers climbed higher.

The collateral started crumbling,
The investment story broke—

Some properties supposedly backing the money
Didn't even exist.

[Chorus]

Keep more!
Make more!
Live more!

That yacht had the perfect name.

Millions flowing into luxury
While investors played the game.

Private jets and Land Rovers,
Cabo underneath the sun,
A Prevost rolling down the highway—

While the Ponzi kept on running.

Three hundred and eighty million,
More than two thousand lives,
The lifestyle wasn't proof of profits—

The investors funded the lifestyle.

[Bridge]

August twenty-four,
The SEC came through the door.

Freeze the assets.
Bring the receiver.
Follow the money.
Find the believers.

The advertisements disappeared,
The guarantees were gone,
And all those symbols of success
Couldn't keep the story strong.

Then January twenty-six—

Guilty.

Wire fraud.

No presentation.
No sales pitch.
No collateral sheet left to hide behind.

Just a courtroom...

And the truth about the money.

[Breakdown]

Seventeen and a half years
Was what the government would recommend.

The judge looked at the damage—

Twenty.

Twenty years.

The maximum.

For the financial strategist
Who taught everybody else
How to bulletproof their finances.

[Final Chorus]

Keep more!
Make more!
Live more!

Now listen to what those words became.

A $380 million Ponzi scheme,
And thousands left carrying the pain.

The yacht can leave the harbour,
The private jet can fly,
You can put your name in stadium lights—

But the blockchain—no.
The bank records don't lie.

Follow the money.
Ignore the show.
Ask where the profits really grow.

Because wealth on Instagram
Doesn't prove a thing—

And guaranteed returns
Should make alarm bells ring.

[Outro]

Keep more.
Make more.
Live more.

That was the slogan.

Twenty years.

That's the sentence.

And somewhere in Orlando
Another man is waiting...

Christopher Delgado.

October twenty-first.

How much time
Do you do
When hundreds of millions disappear?

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