[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman] Running water Three bedrooms A public school for every quarter A store on every corner A public defender, appointed to every pauper Affordable Jet Blue Any one of you can board a flying saucer Access to cough drops and pork chops Sports facilities in the vicinity for free You must be kidding me this ain't the place to be America [Verse 2] Minimum wage they could pay you You could praise You could choose who you pray to Regardless who you choose as your God Workers comp if you get hurt at your job Food stamps, benefit cards Ain't lousy Child labor laws Section 8 housing I spy gas and oil power WiFi and lots of phone towers The post office and the bus station And the train station and the fire and the sanitation Departments Eviction laws will buy you 6 extra months in your apartment The public park and the park bench The streetlights in the darkness It's all awesome, and it's all since America [Verse 3] Okay the streets aren't paved with gold At least they paved tho Weaker than the euro, stronger than the peso But you get what you pay for, so be grateful Think you the only file in the caseload? This is a crazed, unsafe globe, case closed Complaining oh so much Where else do people even think they're owed so much? We are the 99% locally We are the 1% globally Take a trip where women fertilize their ovaries and diagnosis is "hopefully" It's sobering Cut the "woe is me" It's a work in progress and it may always be But even overseas opportunity is known to be in America