Coolio - On My Way To Harlem Lyrics
Verse 1:I know a place where the trees dont growJust another place where niggaz live lowI know a place where life is *****ed upMake a wrong move and your ass get stuck upTime aint nothin but a frame of mindAnd life is like a mountain or a steep ass climbIve been lookin for a place to leaveThe only free place is inside of meSo lets take a trip, and you dont need a gripBut you better be equipped cause it might be some shitAfrican-american, nothin but a niggaHad our fingers on the trigger, but I pulled mine quickerI know a place where there aint no calm andYou better stay away if youre soft like charminSouth central, los angeles, watts, and comptonA nigga on the west coast on his way to harlemVerse 2:Now its time to step into the light (light)Put up your dukes, theres gonna be a fight (fight)And when its time to fight, you better fight rightCause if it dont fight right, out goes the lightTake a close look at what Im freakin onNiggaz think Im tweekin, but Im speakin onSubject matter, dataInformation that I gatherThrough my travelsCause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killerCant stop the slug of a nine millimeterEverybody thinks they know, but they know notIf they havent caught a cap on the block *gunshot*So shine up your boots and pick up the piecesGrab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creasesRing the alarm, here comes the stormI got a firearm on my way to harlemVerse 3:I know a place where the sun dont shineEverybody is a victim of neighborhood crimeI know a place where niggaz walk the lineOne false step and they must do timeSince Im in the same boatI must stay afloatAnd sing every noteFrom the quotes that they wroteSo, I look into the past and walk the path of the greatsSo I wont make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors fatesIf I had to be a slave Id rather be in my graveIf I get in how many lives could I save?One, two, three, a hundred, a thousandMy heart is poundin, the devil keeps soundinBut he dont want my money, he wants my soulSo I reach like a tree, and like a weed I growMy stomach is full, but my mind is starvinRollin in a g ride on my way to harlem
