SOCIAL JUSTICE
Letter From Inkster
a story of a city in Michigan & America
A Blues
way down there in inkster weeds grows out of cement
i say way down there in inkster weeds grows out of cement
the people down there in inkster want to know where all
the money they had don’ went.
down the way in inskster there is just one auto plant making cars
i say down the way in inkster there is just one auto plant making cars
a lot of churches & used car shops, too many overcrowded bars.
we rode 96 to inkster trying to save a woman’s home.
i say we rode 96 to inkster trying to save a woman’s home
the courthouse was so crowded, i thought of the fall of rome.
we rode through the streets of inkster in search of something to do
i say we rode through the streets of inkster in search of something to do
stopped off in some coney joint & spilled hot chili on my shoe
went to city hall in inkster & there was no one there in charge
i say went to city hall in inkster & there was no one there in charge
young man on the street tell me people here used to live large
so i took my leave of inkster i seen enough to write this song
i say so i took my leave of inkster seen enough to write this song
like all them other michigan cities somebody then don’ her wrong
