[Verse: Gill Scott-Heron]
Taxes taking my whole damn check
Junkies making me a nervous wreck
The price of food is going up
And as if all that cap wasn't enough:
A rat done bit my sister Nell
With whitey on the moon
Her face and arm began to swell
And whitey's on the moon
Was all that money I made last year
For whitey on the moon?
How come I ain't got no money here?
Hmm! Whitey's on the moon