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