…except that these blues ain’t wholly owned by the inner city. Indeed the “inner city” has expanded to be inclusive of Middle America, the suburbs, wherever. The struggle is real for folks, and their frustration is palpable.
Make you wanna holler, throw up both your hands…
Rockets / moon shotsSpend it on, the have notsMoney / we make it‘Fore we see it, you take it
This aint livin’. Nah, this ain’t livin’.
Watching the GOP primary debates last week, and watching the candidates and pundits dithering about how much money Romney made, and how much he paid in taxes (because regular income and investment income is taxed differently – like we give a fuck about that detail) drew a clear distinction between us and them. Romney attempts to reassure us that he’s a self-made man, intimating that the wealth and familial influence into which he was born had nothing to do with his personal success. And if you believe that, then perhaps President Obama really is a Kenyan-born Muslim bushman anti-white anti-Christ. Because your critical analysis skills and your perception of reality don’t square. You’re missing something.
Inflation / no chance
To increase, finance
Bills pile up / sky high
Send that boy off, to die
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
This aint livin, y’all.
In his State of the Union address, the President was clear-sighted about the notion of fairness in our society, and about its precipitous fall by the wayside. Fairness is a touchy-feely emotion with its roots in collective security; it thrives on the following sentiment: we are all better off if we all have the same opportunities to improve our standing. Recounting his grandparents’ sense of responsibility to their country, and their optimism about rising from the ashes of the Great Depression and defeating fascism following World War I, President Obama said: “they understood they were a part of something larger, that they were contributing to a story of success that every American had a chance to share.” It was the proverbial American Promise – “if you worked hard, you could do well enough to raise a family, own a home, send your kids to college, and put a little away for retirement.”
And then he doubled down on that picture-perfect scenario of American life, placing the touchy-feely notion of fairness in its proper political context. “The defining issue of our time,” said President Obama, “is how to keep that promise alive.”
Hang ups / let downs
Bad breaks, set backs
Natural / fact is
I can’t pay my, taxes
Oh, make me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
“No challenge is more urgent; no debate is more important. We can either settle for a country where a shrinking number of people do really well, while a growing number of Americans barely get by.”
“We can restore an economy where everyone gets a fair shot, where everyone does their fair share, and everyone plays by the same set of rules.”
This is Election 2012. Make me wanna holler, but I’m not throwing up my hands. I’m voting for Barack Obama.
Lyrics from the inimitable Marvin Gaye