Artist/Band:
Gil Scott-Heron
Lyrics for Song: Inner City Blues (Poem: the Siege Of New Orleans)
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Gil Scott-Heron
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'
No, 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, oh baby
Hang ups, let downs
Bad breaks, set backs
Natural fact is
Honey, that 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, live, live a good life
God bless you
Lord keep you
And may you live, live, live a long long sweet life
Don't let the things get you down
Hold you 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
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