Make me wanna holler

 
"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 we want to holler
The way they do my life.
This ain't living, this ain't living.
No, no baby, this ain't living.
 
Inflation no chance
To increase finance.
Bills pile up sky high.
 
Crime is increasing.
Trigger happy policing.
Panic is spreading.
God knows where we're heading.
 
Mother, mother.
Everybody thinks we're wrong.
Who are they to judge us
Simply because we wear our hair long."

- "Inner City Blues" (Marvin Gaye)