Song Lyrics
Can we last another round, build us up to break us down
ghetto consumes and he probably won t see 22
Money makes the world go round, there s woman at home
never seeing what we could
And it hurts to the bone, can we last another round, build us up to break us down
And it hurts to the bone, help me tell me what could ever be heavier than that
ghetto consumes and he probably won t see 22
and it hurts to the bone
Sowing seeds on another man s land, and that ain t cool
And it got there from breaking his back, build us up to break us down
there s woman at home
have achieved with the weight of the world on our backs
and that ain t cool
money makes the world go round
There s a child in the womb and he s already doomed, have achieved with the weight of the world on our backs Stephanie, have achieved with the weight of the world on our backs
Can we last another round, and that ain t cool, never seeing what we could
Ghetto consumes and he probably won t see 22, there s a child in the womb and he s already doomed
ghetto consumes and he probably won t see 22
rips out her soul why he does it
And that ain t cool, sowing seeds on another man s land
Money makes the world go round, help me tell me what could ever be heavier than that
rips out her soul why he does it
Can we last another round, build us up to break us down, rips out her soul why he does it
there s a man with a bruise on his hand
have achieved with the weight of the world on our backs
There s a man with a bruise on his hand, build us up to break us down, long enough to break that chain
build us up to break us down
ghetto consumes and he probably won t see 22
There s a child in the womb and he s already doomed, rips out her soul why he does it
Long enough to break that chain, long enough to break that chain, ghetto consumes and he probably won t see 22
have achieved with the weight of the world on our backs
can we last another
There s a man with a bruise on his hand, and it got there from breaking his back
And it hurts to the bone, and it got there from breaking his back, build us up to break us down
And it hurts to the bone, money makes the world go round, have achieved with the weight of the world on our backs
Rips out her soul why he does it, can we last another
Rips out her soul why he does it, sowing seeds on another man s land M.o.n.e.y., and it hurts to the bone