Представляем точный текст композиции "Harlem Streets" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Immortal Technique . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Harlem Streets» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Immortal Technique передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Immortal Technique - "Harlem Streets"
Lyrics to Harlem Streets : [Verse 1] Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder Like those mother fuckers runnin away from the twin towers Gun shots rock the earth like a meteor shower Bowling For Columbine, fair, giving the media power Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box Government cocain cooked into ghetto crack rock Corrupt cops false testimony at your arraignment Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments Working your whole life wondering where the day went The subway stays pakced like a multi-cultural slave ship Its rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin And people coming home after corporate share croppin And fuck flossin, mothers are trying to feed children But gentrification is kicking them out of their building A generation of babies born without health care Families homeless, thrown the fuck off of the welfare [Hook] Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, whats the problem' Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, whats the problem' Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, whats the problem' Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, whats the problem' [Verse 2] Its like Cambodia the killing fields uptown We live in distress and hang the flag upside down The sound of conservative politicians on television People in the hood are blind so they tell us to listen They vote for us to go to war instantly But none of their kids serving the infantry The odds are stacked against us like a casino Think about it, most of the army is black and latino And if you cant acknowledge the reality of my words You just another stupid mother fucker out on the curb Trying to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways But you cant read history at an illiterate stage And you cant raise a family on minimum wage Why the fuck you think most of us are locked in a cage I give niggaz the truth, cause they pride is indigent You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent But Im sick of feeling impotent watching the world burn In the era of apocalypse waiting my turn Im a Harlem nigga thats concerned with the future And if your in my way itd be an honor to shoot ya Up root ya with the evil that grows in my people Making them deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal But I see through the mentality implanted in us And I educate my fam about who we should trust [Hook] Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, whats the problem' Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, whats the problem' Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, whats the problem' Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, whats the problem' [ Harlem Streets Lyrics ]
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