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 many

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

Cause 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