Inner City Blues - Grover Washington, Jr.

Rockets, moon shots

Spend it on the have-nots

Money, we make it

'Fore we see it, you’ll 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', this ain’t livin'

No, no baby, this ain’t livin'

No, no, no, no

Inflation, no chance

To increase finance

Bills pile up, sky high

Send that boy off to die

Oh, make me wanna holler

The way they do my life

Make me wanna holler

The way they do my life, oh baby

Hang ups, let downs

Bad breaks, set backs

Natural fact is

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, where we’re heading

Oh, they don’t understand

Make me wanna holler

They don’t understand

God bless you

And Lord keep you

And may you live, live, live a good life

God bless you

Lord keep you

And may you live, live, live a long long sweet life

Don’t let the things get you down

Hold your hands, baby, walk around

Say God bless you

And I’ll keep you

I’m praying a prayer for each and everyone of you

Heaven bless you

Heaven keep you