Inner City Blues

												
D#m
Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the have-nots
Money, we make it
Before we see it, you take it
   G#
Oh, make me wanna holler, the way they do my life
Yeah, make me wanna holler, the way they do my life

Verse 2:
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
Yeah, make me wanna holler, the way they do my life

Verse 3:
Bangups, letdowns
Badbreaks, setbacks
Natural fact is
Brother, I can't pay my taxes
Make me wanna holler and throw up both my hands
Yeah, they make me wanna holler and throw up both my hands

Verse 4:
Crime is increasing
Trigger-happy policing
Panic is spreading
God knows where we're headed
Na na na na na na na na
...and fade