Lupe Fiasco - Moneyman lyrics

Hey Moneyman the crowd is outside the past
The future and the now is outside
The teachers and cooks and the
Drop-outs too word on the street
Is they looking for you

Hey Moneyman they saying whats the
Score? And how much
Blood have you spilled on
The butcher shop floor?
Those numbers keep running but what
They running into? The
Crowd is outside and they asking of you

Hey Moneyman Moneyman the mayors'
On the phone he
Says he wants to know if all those
People went home those momma's
And poppa's and students and cooks those
Teachers and preachers
One second I'll look

Hey Moneyman Moneyman the tents are still up
The songs are still singing
And the coffee's in
Cups the nights due to fall and
The sun's going down but it's still a
Whole mess of good folks hanging round

They eyes are wide and their
Voices are loud it's
White and black and colorless
Proud the signs are
Big and the smiles are bright
By heaven I reckon
It's gone be one hell of a night!

Hey Moneyman poor Moneyman you should
Slip out the back
Cuz the forces of greed are under attack no
Bombs or bullets or rocks
Or guns just hashtag's
And voices at the tops of their lungs!
And Moneyman Moneyman I won't
Need a ride but, if you need me

You can find me outside!