Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the have nots.
Money, we make it
Before we see it you take it.
Oh, make you wanna holler
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
This ain’t livin’,
No, no, no.
Inflation, no chance
To increase finance.
Bills pile up sky high
Send that boy off to die.
Hang ups, let downs
Bad breaks, set backs
Natural fact is
Oh honey that I can’t pay my taxes
Oh, make me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Yea, it makes me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands.
Crime is increasing
Trigger happy policing
Panic is spreading
God knows where we’re heading.
-inner city blues, m.gaye
