Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the have nots
Money, we make it
Fore we see it you take it
Inflation no chance
To increase finance
Bills pile up sky high
Send that boy off to die
Hang ups, let downs
Bad breaks, set backs
Natural fact is
I can’t pay my taxes
Crime is increasing
Trigger happy policing
Panic is spreading
God know where we’re heading
This is STILL a great song and absolutely relevant. That guy wrote musical poetry.
Makin’ alotta people wanna holla’.