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