Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler)Marvin GayeWritten by: Marvin Gaye/James NyxDah, dah, dah, dahdah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dahDah, dah, dah, dahDah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dahDah, dah, dahRockets, moon shotsSpend it on the have notsMoney, we make itFore we see it you take itOh, make you wanna hollerThe way they do my lifeMake me wanna hollerThe way they do my lifeThis ain't livin', This ain't livin'No, no baby, this ain't livin'No, no, noInflation no chanceTo increase financeBills pile up sky highSend that boy off to dieMake me wanna hollerThe way they do my lifeMake me wanna hollerThe way they do my lifeDah, dah, dahDah, dah, dahHang ups, let downsBad breaks, set backsNatural fact isI can't pay my taxesOh, make me wanna hollerAnd throw up both my handsYea, it makes me wanna hollerAnd throw up both my handsCrime is increasingTrigger happy policingPanic is spreadingGod know where we're headingOh, make me wanna hollerThey don't understandDah, dah, dahDah, dah, dahDah, dah, dahMother, motherEverybody thinks we're wrongWho are they to judge usSimply cause we wear our hair long
