Is there something I can do for money that isn’t part of its system
And until there is
How else shall I live
But with these monsters in my head?
They’re pulling at me for more, then less
I can’t believe what I’m about to confess
Without you there is no oppression
Without you we wouldn’t be obsessin’
over daily bread and what we’ll dress in
Without you there is no election
Without you we wouldn’t need protection
for little children from an erection
Without you there is no infection
Without you we wouldn’t be protestin’
For rights and whites who need arrestin’
Is there something I can do for money that isn’t part of its system
And until there is
How else shall I live
But with these monsters in my head?