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