Oooohhh
Dont hate you like cold
In the winter like tolls
Don't you make me wanna scream
when you find out that you dream
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 this 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 me.
Oooohhh
Dont hate you like cold
In the winter like tolls
Don't you make me wanna scream
when you find out that you dream
He don't care and she don't care; they both got brand new clothes to wear
and they ain't worry cuz they don't know what its like to be left out in the snow.
The dirt - the filth - the gutter - the grime - the pain - the strain - the hustle - the climb
the struggle to fight - the conflict - the crime - I don't buy that line that it's
nature's design
you different, you ugly, you evil, you wrong, you stupid, you dumb, 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
Oooohhh
Dont hate you like cold
In the winter like tolls
Don't you make me wanna scream
when you find out that you dream