The key to everything, everybody here in America
Is the money.
Some say that it's the root of all evil;
Brings wars and other cells of upheaval.
Leaves family in the streets with nothing to eat;
Little baby boys and girls
No shoes on their feet;
All the men who leave home dying in the war zones
And the women do it all they own.
It reminds me of the ghettos right here
And the hoods that I see,
Everywhere that I've been in the is country.
Stop bailing out the banks and give the Franklins to me
I guess my piece of the pie ain't free, can you free.
He don't care and she don't care;
They both got brand new clothes to wear
And they ain't worry
'Cause they don't know
What it's like to be left out in the snow
The struggle to fight
I don't bye that line that it's nature's design
Your mind ain't too strong
Your daddy ain't from here
So you don't belong
And the list goes on and on and on and on
Written By DAWKINS, EGBERT NATHANIEL III / MICHELS, LEON MARCUS / MOVSHON, NICHOLAS / SILVERMAN, JEFF / O'MALLEY, LUKE RIVERSIDE
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.