The key to everything, everybody, here in America is the money Some say that it's the root of all evil Brings wars and [can't make this out] These families in the street, with nothing to eat These baby boys and girls with no shoes on their feet All the men who leave or die in a war zone And the women do it all on they own It reminds me of the ghettoes right here and the hoods that I see Everywhere that I've been in this country Stop bailing out the banks and give the [?] to me I guess my piece of the pie ain't free