Inner City Blues Songtext
von Working Week

inner city blues
(m. gaye - j. nyx)

mindless moonshots,
spend it on the have-nots,
money, we make it,
before we see it
you take it.
oh, make me wanna holla,
the way they do my life,
oh, make me wanna holla,
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.
oh, make me wanna holla,
the way they do my life,
oh, make me wanna holla,
the way they do my life,
this ain′t living.

hang up, and let downs.
bad breaks, set backs.
natural fact is,
oh honey that i
can't pay my taxes.
oh, make me wanna holla,
and throw up both my hands.
oh, make me wanna holla,
and throw up both my hands.

crime is increasing,
trigger happy policing,
panic, is spreading,
god knows where we're heading
oh, make me wanna holla,
and throw up both my hands.
oh, make me wanna holla,
the way they do my life,
this ain′t living.


(rap:)
i′ve been working all night,
and i've been working all week,
and i don′t know how
i'm gonna make ends meet.
but the people i meet
on these london streets,
they say you gotta get hip
with a brand new beat.
it′s a moonshine,
it's a hard time,
it′s a rhythm in resistance,
with a story line,
of a better time,
that's coming soon,
if you face the fact,
that you've gotta fight back,
with a smile on your face,
and a hope in your soul,
it′s the inner city blues.