Mitch Laddie - Inner City Blues | Текст песни

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• Mitch Laddie
• Inner City Blues

Rockets, moon shots,
Spend it on the have nots.
Money, we make it,
Before we see it child, you take it
Oh, you make you wanna holler
The way they do my life.
Yeah you make me wanna holler,
The way they do my life.
This ain’t living, this ain’t living.
Inflation no chance,
To increase finance.
Bills pile up sky high,
Send that boy off to die.
Make me wanna holler,
The way they do my life.
Yeah they make me wanna holler,
The way they do my life.
This ain’t living girl.
No no baby, this ain’t living.

Hang ups, let downs,
Bad breaks, set backs.
Natural fact is,
I can’t pay my taxes.
Oh, you make me wanna holler,
And throw up both my hands.
Yeah, you makes me wanna holler,
And throw up both my hands.
Crime is increasing,
Trigger happy policing.

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