Inner City Blues - Trouble Man - Sheila E

Rockets, moon shots

Spend it on the have-not's

Money, we make it

Before we see it, you take it

Oh, make me wanna holler

The way they do my life

Make me wanna holler

The way they do my life

This ain’t living, this ain’t living

No, no baby, this ain’t living

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

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

Yeah, it make me wanna holler

And throw up both my hands (Ow!)

Crime is increasing

Trigger happy policing

Panic is spreading

God knows where we’re heading

They don’t understand

Oh, make me wanna holler

They don’t understand

I come up hard, baby, but now I’m cool

I didn’t make it sugar, playing by the rules

I come up hard, baby, but now I’m fine

I’m checking trouble, sure moving down the line

I come up hard, baby, but that’s OK

Because Trouble Man don’t get in my way

I come up hard, baby

I’ve been for real

Trouble man

Trouble man

Trouble man

Trouble man

Trouble man

Trouble man

Trouble man

Trouble man

Trouble man

Trouble man