On My Way To Harlem Lyrics

from It Takes A Thief

"On My Way To Harlem" is track #8 on the album It Takes A Thief. It was written by Ivey, Artis L Jr / Dobbs, Brian.
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I know a place where the trees don't grow
Just another place where niggaz live low
I know a place where life is fucked up
Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up

Time ain't nothin' but a frame of mind
And life is like a mountain or a steep ass climb
I've been lookin' for a place to leave
The only free place is inside of me

So let's take a trip, and you don't need a grip
But you better be equipped 'cause it might be some shit
African-American, nothin' but a nigga
Had our fingers on the trigger, but I pulled mine quicker

I know a place where there ain't no calm and
You better stay away if you're soft like Charmin'
South Central, Los Angeles, Watts, and Compton
A nigga on the west coast on his way to Harlem

Now it's time to step into the light
Put up your dukes, there's gonna be a fight
And when it's time to fight, you better fight right
'Cause if it don't fight right, out goes the light

Take a close look at what I'm freakin' on
Niggaz think I'm tweekin', but I'm speakin' on
Subject matter, data
Information that I gather through my travels

'Cause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer
Can't stop the slug of a nine millimeter
Everybody thinks they know, but they know not
If they haven't caught a cap on the block

So shine up your boots and pick up the pieces
Grab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creases
Ring the alarm, here comes the storm
I got a firearm on my way to Harlem

I know a place where the sun don't shine
Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime
I know a place where niggaz walk the line
One false step and they must do time

Since I'm in the same boat I must stay afloat
And sing every note from the quotes that they wrote
So, I look into the past and walk the path of the greats
So I wont make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors fates

If I had to be a slave I'd rather be in my grave
If I get in how many lives could I save?
One, two, three, a hundred, a thousand
My heart is poundin', the devil keeps soundin'

But he don't want my money, he wants my soul
So I reach like a tree, and like a weed I grow
My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin'
Rollin' in a G ride on my way to Harlem

Songwriters
IVEY, ARTIS L JR / DOBBS, BRIAN

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