Hey! The dollar seems to be the thing,
a dollar seems to make things right.
It can make a person docile
or it can make him stand and fight.
It can purchase goods and services
Anything a man will sell.
But it cannot make you happy
If you're sick, it won't make you well.
You see the dollar is the monster
which has caused so much pollution.
So while we're hung up on the dollar
there can be no revolution.
There can be no revolution
if the dollar is the goal.
For you see the almighty dollar
can sometimes buy a black man's soul.
If the man who owns the dollar
gave a million to each Black
not much more than six months later,
he would have most of it back.
And we would still be in the ghetto
with the same needs for solution.
If we can't see beyond the dollar
there will be no revolution.

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