Clocking for Dollars

They say that those that sell their wares
Are drug dealers and dope smugglers
But look at all the jugglers in the White House
Has there ever been a time its been brown

How many times have I heard?
“Man those Mexicans, will work jobs
Our own Americans won't take
Just another mistake and someone to blame

So now the new world order
Is going to attack our borders
And make that their new priority

So we can look away from the real
Dope dealers and they are dealing it
a man at a time, each man on the line

Clocking for Dollars
Is what I call it
What ever way you earn the dough
Which ever way you churn the butter
It's the one with the most cream
That rises to the top

But it doesn't stop there
Or haven't you filled your car up with
Gas lately, a 4 billion a month
Profit and I am not making this stuff up

So they go by quarters
And the dollars soon add up

Clocking for dollars is no different
Than slinging rock cocaine
Each man dies a little differently
Or haven't you seen our guys
Come back in United States Flag
Drape Coffins

We all should serve our country
Or his country or her country
As we compare the green
Green for the land
Green for the dollar
Green for the olive drab

Clocking for dollars
is no different then
Selling albums that are misogynistic
And the world's gone ballistic

Or haven't you seen the cover of “Time”
Magazine
Even Kanye West is tired of being misrepresented
But even he knows the truth
That Jesus walks with the all of us

Clocking for dollars is
Another word for bowling for dollars
In just depends on which Columbine it is.

Because deep down inside there is another young
Person waiting to explode
Like the B2K Killer
And he don't look Mexican American to me

So I am clocking for dollars
But each pin I drop
I put another X for X marks the spot
But in the end it's the end frame
That tells the tale.
So whatever is for sale
In our good old U S of A
Someone has to buy it
Or haven't you heard of supply and demand.

August 25th 2005