Well the nation is in trouble boys
And word has it on these city streets
That you owe some big man, 50 grand
They say you just let the money slip right through your hands
They say they hired you to move four "keys"
To some businessman downtown
And he in-turn is going to take that disease
And poison every week soul he sees
And word has it on these city streets
That you owe some big man, 50 grand
They say you just let the money slip right through your hands
They say they hired you to move four "keys"
To some businessman downtown
And he in-turn is going to take that disease
And poison every week soul he sees
Black money leaves a stain
Black money leaves a stain
Black money leaves a stain
And a nation in pain
Black money leaves a stain
Well there's rock cocaine in harlem
Seems they're powerless in dc
'cause the sickness goes much deeper
Than any naked eye will ever see
So you're listenin' to your rock-and-roll radio
While you're watching your heroes
Up and drop like flies
Was it morrison, or was it hendrix, joplin or james dean
Presley or munroe? such a pretty way to go
Black money leaves a stain
Black money leaves a stain
Black money leaves a stain
And a nation in pain
Black money leaves a stain
Well i have a vision
That tomorrow's gonna come
And find us all sleepin' in the
Heat of the sun
They're gonna cancel all of our tickets
And leave us for dead
While movies of our failures
Dance on in our heads
So lose all of those needles
And kill all your snakes
Burn all of your demons
You'd better dance on their graves, 'cause
Cool is a word, that can never described
The pain that you see in a smack junkie's eyes
Black money leaves a stain
Black money leaves a stain
Black money leaves a stain
And a nation in pain
Black money leaves a stain
You better think about it
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