Harlem

Irate observations by the people of the streets of Harlem

Two centuries covered in tears

But now there's a storm and it's raging

Across every highway I know, in the words of the men

It won't ever hold back the tears no more

Irate observations but none know the cries weren't answered

Who holds the hand that deals so much pain?

Cos now there's a feeling and it's growing

In the heart of the nation, so much pain

But now there's a storm and it's raging

Across every highway I know, in the words of the weak

It won't ever hold back the tears no more, no more, no