"Inner City Blues" lyrics

Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the "have not"s
Money, we make it
Before we see it, you take it

Make you want to holler
The way they do my life
Make me want to holler
The way they do my life

I said, "Listen. Just listen to me
This ain't living
Oh, no."

Inflation no chance
To increase finance
Bills pile up sky-high
Send that boy off to die

Make me want to holler
And throw up my hands
Make me want to holler
And throw up both my hands

Baby, just give me
It ain't no [?], girl

Makes me want to holler
The way they do my life
Make me want to holler
The way they do my life

Sweet, sweet baby, hear me

Crime is increasing
Trigger happy policing
Panic keep on spreading
God knows where we're heading

Make me want to holler
And throw up my hands
Make me want to holler
Throw up both my hands

Just one more lesson do me good
Yes, this living
Let me know