The Buck Stops Here - Apathy

I get the paper, so I don’t care

I get the paper, so I don’t care

You ever have a dollar bill sittin' in your pocket?

Pull it out and take a deeper look at this object

Think of all it’s seen, from the jeans of crack fiends

To doctors' Docker pants, stop to glance, see what I mean?

Same dollar bill that’s stuffed in a stripper’s thong

Could be the same dollar bill that’s out shoppin' with your mom

Same dollar bill buyin' drugs for junkies

Is the same dollar bill for your kid’s lunch money

Think about it, a dollar bill slips through stores

Everybody’s touched one, whether rich or poor

You probably got a dollar in your birthday card before

But days before, it coulda been used to pay for whores

Still can’t see it?

Let me set you straight

The dollar grandmothers place on collection plates

Politicians roll for blow on Election Day

Hold to their nose until 5−0's investigate

It’s underneath pillows when kids lose their teeth

The reason why crews’ll beef and lose their teeth

It fuels deceit, breathe it in deep, the dollar’s oxygen

Imagine seein' life through the eyes of George Washington

I get money, money I got

I get money

I get money, money I got

I get the paper so, I don’t care

Handed to a man in the corner store for lottery

Taken from that man in the store in a robbery

Given to some kid on the block for a rock

Which is stacked in the pile and gets rolled up in the knot

Then it’s given to a man in a van for a Glock

But that man in the van just got caught by the cops

So it’s given to the cops so the man isn’t locked

Then the cops split it up so the cash isn’t hot

The dollar bill’s just a small percentage of the whole

It’s better to spend that excess cheddar slow

Keep it very basic, gotta be sure to cover your bases

Pull it from the money clip, a tip for the waitress

The waitress is an actress, she wants to be famous

Her teeth are fucked up, so she goes to get braces

She screams for a taxi, hops in the back seat

The cab has an accident and crashed on the back street

She’s flung to the concrete, her purse explodes

Leavin' several single dollar bills scattered in the road

A breeze lifts a dollar in the air where it’s blown

In front of a child’s home, where she plays alone

Now she walks down the street, happier than before

Ringin' bells on the door when she enters the store

And with a smile from the clerk when the transaction’s done

In steps a man with a gun…