There's a man with a bruise on his hand
and it got there from breaking his back
sowing seeds on another man's land
oh damn
There's woman at home
and it hurts to the bone
rips out her soul why he does it
he don't even know
oh no
There's a child in the womb and he's already doomed
Ghetto consumes and he probably won't see 22
And that ain't cool
Help me tell me what could ever be heavier than that
Never seeing what we could
have achieved with the weight of the world on our backs
Money makes the world go round
Build us up to break us down
Can we last another round
Long enough to break that chain
Money makes the world go round
Build us up to break us down
Can we last another