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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fugees
Fugees
Performer
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Vocals
Prakazrel
Prakazrel
Vocals
Larry Stokes
Larry Stokes
Guitar
Khalis Bayyan
Khalis Bayyan
Keyboards
DJ Boy Wonder
DJ Boy Wonder
Scratches
Lauryn Hill
Lauryn Hill
Vocals
Rashad Muahammad
Rashad Muahammad
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
N. Jean
N. Jean
Composer
S. Michel
S. Michel
Composer
Lauryn Hill
Lauryn Hill
Composer
Stephen Walker
Stephen Walker
Arranger
Rashad Muahammad
Rashad Muahammad
Arranger
Ron London
Ron London
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Walker
Stephen Walker
Producer
Paul Higgins
Paul Higgins
Engineer
Rashad Muahammad
Rashad Muahammad
Mixing Engineer
Ron London
Ron London
Engineer
Kendal Stubbs
Kendal Stubbs
Mixing Engineer
Warren Riker
Warren Riker
Mixing Engineer
Joe''The Butcher'' Nicolo
Joe''The Butcher'' Nicolo
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Check the crippled man, sittin' in the church My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie I check Jimmy cuttin' hair at the barbershop He plays the bass guitar, like David plays the harp His knowledge name is Greek, 'cause whenever he speaks He's got the wisdom of King Solomon bags in his eyes from no sleep Sometimes he thought of the fame in Madison Square Garden So some seek stardom, but they forget Harlem But seeking first of all the kingdom of God is what my pops told me So if I fall, could the choir catch me I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom So who's side am I on? I'm on the righteous Always check the lyrics, no time to contradict Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem They keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty Well aiyyo, family I beseech you, in the hopes that I may reach you My mother taught me one day that this mid-day would come someday Born to talk that jive, with peaky hair grown wild And teachers disliked me, 'cause I knew where my culture be So now yeah mom I read history, I can't neglect my passion see Rock it's kind of new to me, 'cause my true love was poetry White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey Built for that B. Nimble Jack and I'd like to save you from the wicked D-Dog clear I wouldn't be wet the black to mourn, tomorrow's death The evil things, glad that I, while angels wrote this violence why? Help me make me comprehend my black bezerk and why cast it Time to blaze the angels nappy heads are braided that you make me See what's hard for me that don't make you flee When I enter your vicinity, you see my God ain't never after me So yo I be wised up with Greek to go and be The last and good and see what's wrong with me And through your insecurity of me and my ability So bredren won't you let me be or has thou asked to much from thy To tell the truth and not to lie? Oh my Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Brothers keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Sisters keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty But as I grew, I knew cause the master told me From a baby to a woman from a woman to a baby Life is so short, hardcore becomes hard-corpse Step in a coffin where the money's no longer the source There we go, there we go, there we go I got mine now won't you get yours? We never open doors so we neglect And don't protect the ones that's not People never really seem to care and then they cry out "My people! Why aren't we treated equal?" As we flee, we flee our own communities we leave our family in poverty And then we blame it on another so family please recover Oh c'mon please come now with you can come with me now And blow now if you want to, we're through Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Families keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem People keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem We keep our pockets full, but our souls run empty Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem Brothers keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty
Writer(s): Lauryn Hill, Wyclef Jean, Pras Michel, Rashad Muhammad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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