Harlem Streets Lyrics

Harlem Streets

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[Verse 1]

Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder

Like those mother fuckers runnin' away from the twin towers

Gun shots rock the earth like a meteor shower

Bowling For Columbine, fair, giving the media power

Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box

Government cocain cooked into ghetto crack rock

Corrupt cops false testimony at your arraignment

Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments

Working your whole life wondering where the day went

The subway stays pakced like a multi-cultural slave ship

It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin'

And people coming home after corporate share croppin

And fuck flossin, mothers are trying to feed children

But gentrification is kicking them out of their building

A generation of babies born without health care

Families homeless, thrown the fuck off of the welfare



[Hook]

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?



[Verse 2]

It's like Cambodia the killing fields uptown

We live in distress and hang the flag upside down

The sound of conservative politicians on television

People in the hood are blind so they tell us to listen

They vote for us to go to war instantly

But none of their kids serving the infantry

The odds are stacked against us like a casino

Think about it, most of the army is black and latino

And if you can't acknowledge the reality of my words

You just another stupid mother fucker out on the curb

Trying to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways

But you can't read history at an illiterate stage

And you can't raise a family on minimum wage

Why the fuck you think most of us are locked in a cage

I give niggaz the truth, cause they pride is indigent

You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent

But I'm sick of feeling impotent watching the world burn

In the era of apocalypse waiting my turn

I'm a Harlem nigga that's concerned with the future

And if your in my way it'd be an honor to shoot ya

Up root ya with the evil that grows in my people

Making them deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal

But I see through the mentality implanted in us

And I educate my fam about who we should trust



[Hook]

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?