Immortal Technique — Harlem Streets

[Verse 1] Yeah, Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder Like those motherfuckers runnin' away from the Twin Towers Gunshots rock the Earth like a meteor shower Bowlin' For Columbine, fear givin' the media power Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box Government cocaine cooked into ghetto crack rock Corrupt cops' false testimony at your arraignment Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments Workin' your whole life, wonderin' where the day went The subway stays packed like a multi-cultural slave ship It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin' And people comin' home after corporate sharecroppin' And fuck flossin'! Mothers are tryin' to feed children But gentrification is kickin' them out of their buildin' A generation of babies born without healthcare Families homeless, thrown the fuck off the welfare [Chorus: Sample] "Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?" "Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?" "Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?" "Homicide Harlem—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 serve in 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 motherfucker out on the curb Tryin' 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 niggas the truth, 'cause their pride is indigent You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent But I'm sick of feelin' impotent watchin' the world burn In the era of apocalypse, waitin' my turn I'm a Harlem nigga that's concerned with the future And if you're in my way it'd be an honor to shoot ya Uproot ya with the evil that grows in my people Makin' them deceitful, cannibalistic, and lethal But I see through the mentality implanted in us And I educate my fam about who we should trust [Chorus: Sample] "Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?" "Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?" "Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?" "Homicide Harlem—blaow! What's the problem?" "—blaow!"