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Brian Courtney Wilson – Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler) Lyrics

Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler) Lyrics – Brian Courtney Wilson

Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the have-nots
Money, we make it
‘Fore we see it, you take it

Oh, make me 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) No, no, baby, this ain’t livin’, no, no, no, no

Inflation means 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
This ain’t livin’, this ain’t livin’

Hang-ups, let-downs
Bad breaks, setbacks
Natural fact is
Oh, honey, that I can’t pay my taxes

Oh, make me wanna holler and throw up both my hands
Yeah, make me wanna holler and throw up both my hands
(What you mean put up my hands? What’d I do?)

Hey, crime is increasing
Trigger-happy policing
Panic is spreading
God knows where we’re heading (Show me)