Money on Straight

Get your hair cut

Get your money on straight

Get your head right

And don't forget where you come from

Who your friends are, and all that shit

Ever since I could hear

A voice of warning, stories of pain and fear

Ringing in my eardrum

And ever since I could run

There's been somebody with a loaded gun

Get your finger on the trigger, son

Ringing in my eardrum

Get your hair cut

Get your money on straight

Get your head right

And don't forget where you come from

Who your friends are, and all that shit

Ever since I could hear

A voice of warning, stories of pain and fear

Ringing in my eardrum

And ever since I could run

There's been somebody with a loaded gun

Get your finger on the trigger, son

Ringing in my eardrum

Get your hair cut

Get your money on straight

Get your head right

And don't forget where you come from

Who your friends are, and all that shit

I admit I don't understand

How this all started

But I know it's gotten out of hand

We can't go back now

We can't just tell ourselves, "All of this will pass"

Not while we're sailing too close, sailing too close to the wind

Sailing too close, sailing too close to the wind