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