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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Allan Harris
Allan Harris
Lead Vocals
Nimrod Speaks
Nimrod Speaks
Bass Guitar
Grégoire Maret
Grégoire Maret
Harmonica
Alex Budman
Alex Budman
Alto Saxophone
Arcoiris Sandoval
Arcoiris Sandoval
Piano
Keith Fiddmont
Keith Fiddmont
Tenor Saxophone
Ondre J Pivec
Ondre J Pivec
Hammond Organ
Daneen Wilburn
Daneen Wilburn
Background Vocals
Jordan Wilburn
Jordan Wilburn
Background Vocals
Shirazette Tinnin
Shirazette Tinnin
Drums
Whitley Wilburn
Whitley Wilburn
Background Vocals
Angela Whitley
Angela Whitley
Vocal Ensemble
David Castaneda
David Castaneda
Percussion
James Whitley
James Whitley
Vocal Ensemble
David Whitley
David Whitley
Vocal Ensemble
Curtis Taylor
Curtis Taylor
Trumpet
Micah Whitley, Jr.
Micah Whitley, Jr.
Vocal Ensemble
Patricia L Harris
Patricia L Harris
Performer
Paul Tavenner
Paul Tavenner
Performer
Peter Karl
Peter Karl
Performer
Kamau Kenyatta
Kamau Kenyatta
Performer
Etienne Charles
Etienne Charles
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Allan Harris, III
John Allan Harris, III
Songwriter
Etienne Charles
Etienne Charles
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Tavenner
Paul Tavenner
Mastering Engineer
Peter Karl
Peter Karl
Vocal Recording Engineer
Kamau Kenyatta
Kamau Kenyatta
Producer

Lyrics

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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