Paroles de Inner City Blues

Rockets and moonshots Spend it on the have-nots Money, we make it Before we see it, you take it Make me want to holler The way they do my life Make me want to holler The way they do my life This ain't livin' Inflation and no chance To increase my finance Bills pile up sky high Send that boy off to die Make me want to holler Throw up both my hands Make me want to holler Throw up both my hands Oh, won't you listen to me Hang-ups, letdowns Bad breaks, setbacks Natural fact is That i can't pay my taxes Crime is increasing Trigger-happy policing Panic keeps on spreading And god knows where we're heading