I don't know . . . . just something in the air today. Feeling disappointed and angry. The wounded soul needs some Marvin Gaye.
"Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler)"
[Marvin Gaye/James Nyx]
Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the have nots
Money, we make it
'Fore we see it, you 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'
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
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Hang ups, let downs
Bad breaks, set backs
Natural fact is
Oh, honey, I can't pay my taxes
Oh, make me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Yeah, it make me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Crime is increasing
Trigger-happy policing
Panic is spreading
God know where we're heading
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Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Make Me Wanna Holler
Labels:
Inner City Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Music
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