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Allan Harris
Allan Harris
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Nimrod Speaks
Nimrod Speaks
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Grégoire Maret
Grégoire Maret
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Alex Budman
Alex Budman
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Arcoiris Sandoval
Arcoiris Sandoval
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Keith Fiddmont
Keith Fiddmont
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Ondre J Pivec
Ondre J Pivec
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Daneen Wilburn
Daneen Wilburn
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Jordan Wilburn
Jordan Wilburn
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Shirazette Tinnin
Shirazette Tinnin
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Whitley Wilburn
Whitley Wilburn
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Angela Whitley
Angela Whitley
Вокальный ансамбль
David Castaneda
David Castaneda
Ударные инструменты
James Whitley
James Whitley
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David Whitley
David Whitley
Вокальный ансамбль
Curtis Taylor
Curtis Taylor
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Micah Whitley, Jr.
Micah Whitley, Jr.
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Patricia L Harris
Patricia L Harris
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Paul Tavenner
Paul Tavenner
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Peter Karl
Peter Karl
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Kamau Kenyatta
Kamau Kenyatta
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Etienne Charles
Etienne Charles
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John Allan Harris, III
John Allan Harris, III
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Etienne Charles
Etienne Charles
Аранжировщик
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Paul Tavenner
Paul Tavenner
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Peter Karl
Peter Karl
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Kamau Kenyatta
Kamau Kenyatta
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I took the train up to Harlem Dressed to the nines, a Spring afternoon Going to the Apollo Hear all that jazz, soul and down-home blues Nina, Sarah, and Ella Duke and Basie would swing, that's a fact Jackie, Smokey, and Marvin James Brown, Aretha never walked through the back I grew up With a people who believed in hard work I grew up Never heard them use the n-word I grew up Stood on shoulders where I learned how to give (Harlem is the place, Harlem is the place where I live) A jukebox sat in the corner Your favorite tune would play while you danced Afro hair Right on Brother Platform shoes, Motown grooves gangster hats Doo-wop groups on the corner Girls double-dutch, and man, they could twist Buy a deuce-and-quarter Play a number, you hope that it hits I grew up With a people who believed in hard work I grew up Never heard them use the n-word I grew up Stood on shoulders where I learned how to give Yes, Harlem is the place, Harlem is the place where I live Now I see folks are rapping Lay down those beats, sample some tracks But Malcolm said from the pulpit Better learn how your rhythms are jacked Folks stepped off the plantation A place of pain where our families were sold Oh miss Tubman, she saved some Like Robert Smith - says there's still far to go I grew up With a people who believed in hard work I grew up Never heard them use the n-word I grew up Stood on shoulders where I learned how to give Yes, Harlem is the place, Harlem is the place where I live (All in together according to the weather) (January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August) I'm gonna go up town, I'm gonna look around Find my groove there Goin' to the Apollo, going to see that show, yeah I grew up, oh, I grew up, yeah
Writer(s): John A Iii Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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