Tytuł: Harlem

• Wykonawca: Ian Moore
• Wyświetleń: 327

  
   Riding through Harlem in my
  bullet proof car
  Inside a glass shell you say
  keeps us from harm
  My music’s playing loudly
  and people gather ‘round
  They wonder what we’re doing
  in their part of town
  
  I try to reach out, reach out
  and touch my brother’s hand
  Walls are too thick now Lord
  it just makes him mad
  Everybody’s yelling
  there must be something wrong
  If we just listen closer
  we might just get along
  
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  Wake me from my sleep now
  Take me from my dreams
  Don’t leave me here in Harlem
  You made the streets so mean
  This ain’t no revolution
  This ain’t no civil war
  Riding through Harlem in my
  bullet proof car
  
  Now the signal’s changing
  They change from green to red
  I see a confrontation it’s lying dead ahead
  It all seems so familiar
  Part of an endless scene
  You find it so peculiar
  When you’re the one in need
  Now you’re talking saying
  Now it’s me verses him
  Well, I don’t pick the sides
  And I don’t want to win
  So don’t call my number
  And ask to fall in line
  When you don’t have solutions
  You’ve run out of time
  
  (Chorus)
  
  (Solo)
  
  (Chorus)