Gil influenced and helped engender later African-American music genres such as hip hop and neo soul.He has been described by music writers as "the godfather of rap" and "the black Bob Dylan". Lyrics Rockets, moon shots and blame it on it on the have-nots Money, we made it yeah but before we see it,they take it Yeah,it makes you wanna holler right on The way they do your life Yeah,it makes you wanna holler right on The way they do your life Inflation means there aint no chance To increase a little bit of finance and Bills they're gonna pile up the sky Send that boy off to die Yeah,it makes you wanna holler right on The way they do your life Yeah,it makes you wanna holler right on The way they do your life Hang ups and let downs Bad breaks and set backs The Natural fact is baby, that I can't pay no taxes Yeah,it makes me wanna holler sometimes and throw up both my hands It makes you wanna holler sometimes and throw up both my hands So you say you never never heard of the inner city blues and whats more you dont understand at all what the ghetto people mean, When they say livin behind walls, Well put on your best suit white shirt and tie and come on down town to stand in line for a job washin dishes that you may not qualify. Walk a big hole in a brand new pair of shoes and you've had your first look at the inner city blues. Go lookin for a place to live an all the while remember what lurks behind the devils smile,are we stupid or just nieve that we continue to believe money can by us 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'll recognise the feelin its the inner city blues, yeah make you wanna holler sometimes and throw up both your hands, and have'nt you ever wondered why some brothers and sisters where down and out recieving they,re sympathy from a bottle of wine or worse yet on homocide livin they're lives in a plastine bag or praysing the mysterys of terminal scag, some of our brothers parading in drag another set of victims too would'nt choose, yeah you can recognise that thats the inner city blues, makes you wanna holler sometimes and throw up both your hands. To see sweet sisters the blossoms of our african tree profiling on the corner talkin about 10 an 3 because inspite all the money we made and taxes we paid the women were lookin at hungry days and some decisions had to be made, could you tell her its better to go to your grave as a slave for the minimum wage, well i hardly think so, but makes you wanna holler sometimes and throw up both your hands, and what happens when people start to feel that they have nothing to lose,(Uncle sam want you,uncle sam wants you for target practice) Did you ever hear about Mark Essex and the things that made him choose to fight the inner city blues, Yeah essex took to the rooftops gorilla style and watched while all the crackers went wild, brought in 600 troops out here brand new to see them crushed with fear, Essex fought back with a thousand rounds and new orleans was a changin town and ratta tat tat tat tat was the only sound, yeah bring on the stolen rifles to knock down walls bring on the elephant guns,bring out the helecopters to block out the sun, yeah it made the devil wanna holler cause they where dead and a dozen was down and claps of freedom was a brand new sound new york,chicago,frisco,LA, justice was served and the unjust where afraid, but after all the years an all the fears brothers where alive the courage found and to spread them god damn blues around, Yeah it make you wanna holler black people and hold up both your hands and say liberation. Crime is increasing Trigger happy policing Panic is Panic is spreading and lord knows where were heading, yes it makes you wanna holler sometimes and throw up both your hands, makes you wanna holler sometimes and throw up both
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