Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holla) Songtext
von Marvin Gaye

Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the have-nots
Money, we make it
′Fore we see it, you take it

Oh, make me wanna holler
The way they do my life, yeah
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′
No, 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
Yeah, make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Oh baby

Hang ups, let downs
Bad breaks, setbacks
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 makes me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands

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

Oh baby, it make me wanna holler
Babe, they don't understand
It make me wanna holler
They don′t understand

Mother, mother (mother, mother)


Everybody thinks we're wrong (mother, mother)
Who are they to judge us? (Mother, mother)
Simply ′cause we wear our hair long (mother, mother)