Inner City Blues - Trouble Man

(albüm: Iconic: Message 4 America - 2017)

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

Oh, make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Make me wanna 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 high
Send that boy off to die

Oh, 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 that)
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 (Ow!)

Crime is increasing
Trigger happy policing
Panic is spreading
God knows where we're heading
They don't understand
Oh, make me wanna holler
They don't understand

I come up hard, baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playing by the rules
I come up hard, baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checking trouble, sure moving down the line
I come up hard, baby, but that's OK
Because Trouble Man don't get in my way
I come up hard, baby
I've been for real

Trouble man
Trouble man
Trouble man
Trouble man
Trouble man
Trouble man
Trouble man
Trouble man
Trouble man
Trouble man