Harlem Streets Lyrics - Revolutionary, Vol. 2 - Immortal Technique

[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 

It's 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!, what's the problem? 

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? 

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? 

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? 

[Verse 2] 

It's 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 can't 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 can't read history at an illiterate stage 

And you can't 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 I'm sick of feeling impotent watching the world burn 

In the era of apocalypse waiting my turn 

I'm a Harlem nigga that's concerned with the future 

And if your in my way it'd 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!, what's the problem? 

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? 

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? 

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?