| Well I don’t know, if I’m walking on solid ground
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| Cause everything around me is crumbling down
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| And all I want is for someone to help me
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| I need a dollar bill, a dollar bill is what I need
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| Gimmie that money
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| Gimmie that money
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| The Obama promise that change is coming late
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| California state unemployment rate got daddy running in place
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| The change that wouldn’t fill a homeless man’s cup up
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| Foreclosure on a home got Americans fucked up
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| So what to do now?
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| Tea Party screaming and the Bush Administration wipe their hands clean Leaving
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| that debt
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| And war budget’s on Barack’s black hands
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| George W. is laughing from his Texas land ranch
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| And smack dab in the center of it all is the fall
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| Of the gentrified homes of your mama and pa
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| Cause we done blew a whole wad on electing Barack
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| And now his feet up, complacent we just trusting 'em all
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| No question
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| So we gon' need a dollar and dream just to pay the school tuition
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| Car payments for the dean
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| Huh
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| Socialism hella scares y’all
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| But that’s the only way to balance all I’m trying to tell y’all
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| Make money, spend money, lose money
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| It’s fishy that big banks and presidents are chummy
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| Funny, that the term health insurance exists
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| Insuring cars, insuring health makes no sense
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| The basic needs of a people shouldn’t ask to have it
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| And it shouldn’t be determined by a man’s tax bracket
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| Life has no price but the dollars to white
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| If the dollars stack high, you gon' have a long life
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| But, let you be that sucker with minimum wage
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| You gon' die from a flu while they living with AIDS
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| Pay big bucks for a pill just to breath straight
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| Might as well cover your house in yellow police tape
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| It’s a crime scene, just to be a working class man
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| Complimented back hands, eating food out of a can
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| Immigrants land, hoping just for pieces of a pie
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| And turn to crime when they realize that dream is a lie
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| Because… |