Harlem Streets

Yeah... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder
 Like those motherfuckers runnin' away from the twin towers
 Gunshots rock the earth like a meteor shower
 Bowling For Columbine, fear, giving the media power
 Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box
 Government cocaine 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 packed like a multicultural slave-ship
 It's rush hour, 2: 30 to 8, non stoppin'
 And people coming home after corporate sharecroppin
 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 the welfare
 
 Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
 Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
 
 Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
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 Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
 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 serve in 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 motherfucker 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 you're in my way it'd be an honor to shoot ya
 Uproot 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
 Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
 Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
 
 Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
 
 Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?