Inner City Blues

Inner City Blues

By Marvin Gaye
Metro Lyrics.com
January 17, 2014

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.

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,
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,
A good life.

God bless you,
Lord keep you.

And may you live,
a 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.

http://www.metrolyrics.com/inner-city-blues-lyrics-marvin-gaye.html