Rockets and moon shots
And blame it on the have-nots
Money, we made it
Even before we see it, they’ll take it

Yeah, make you wanna holler right on
The way they do your life
Make you wanna holler right on
The way they do your life

Inflation means there ain’t no chance
To increase a little bit of finance
Bills they go up pile up the sky
Send that boy of to die

Yeah, make you wanna holler right on
The way they do your life
Make you wanna holler right on
The way they do your life

Hang ups and let downs
And Bad breaks and set backs
The natural, natural fact is
And baby, I can’t pay those taxes

Yeah, make me wanna holler sometime
And throw up both of my hands
And make me wanna holler sometime
And throw up both my hands

So you say you never heard of the ‘Inner City Blues’
And what’s more you don’t understand it all
What the ghetto folks mean about ‘living behind walls’?
Then put on your best suit, white shirt and tie
And come on downtown to stand in line
For a job washing dishes but you may not qualify.
Walking a great big hole in a new pair of shoes
And you’ve had your first look at the ‘Inner City Blues’.
Go looking for a place to live but all the while
Beware of what’s lurking behind the devil’s smile.
Are we stupid or just naive that we continues to believe
Money can buy anything
Including a slice of ‘the American Dream’?
Yeah, answer ads in the paper about ‘houses for sale’
And get treated like Charles Manson out on bail
When you start to get frustrated by the tactics they use
You can recognize that, feeling
It's the ‘Inner City Blues’
Yeah make you wanna holler sometimes
And throw up both your hands

And haven’t you ever wondered about
Why some brothers and sisters were down and out?
Receiving their sympathy from a bottle of wine
Or worse yet ‘old homicide’
Living their lives in a glassine bag
While praising the mysteries of terminal scag?
Some of our brothers are on parading in drag?
Another set of