“Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler)” by Marvin Gaye

“Money, we make it. Before we see it, you take it.”

Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the have-not’s
Money, we make it
Before we see it, you take it

Oh, make you want to holler
The way they do my life
Make me want to holler
The way they do my life
This ain’t living, this ain’t living
No, no baby, this ain’t living
No, no, no

Inflation no chance
To increase finance
Bills pile up sky
Send that boy off to die

Make me want to holler
The way they do my life
Make me want to holler
The way they do my life

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

Make me want to holler
And throw up both my hands
Yeah, it makes me want to holler
And throw up both my hands

Crime is increasing
Trigger happy policing
is spreading
God knows where we’re heading

Mother, mother
Everybody thinks we’re
Who are they to judge
Simply because we wear our hair long

How Marvin Gaye’s ‘Inner City Blues’ remained a protest anthem for nearly 50 years

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