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 'round

Long enough to break that chain

There's a boy in the core on a strange foreign shore

Fighting a war but don't know what he's fighting it for
No more
There's a fence surrounding the project housing

People are drowning the problems they can't get in
And can't get out
And the jar is filled, you can swallow the pill

But you never get better,
the money is keeping you ill
And that's for real


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 up 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 'round

Long enough to break that chain

Money makes the world go round

Build us up to break up down
Can we last another round
Long enough to break that chain