Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On My Way To Harlem , by - Coolio. Release date: 18.07.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On My Way To Harlem |
| I know a place where the trees don’t grow |
| Just another place where niggas 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 (Light) |
| Put up your dukes, there’s gonna be a fight (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 |
| Niggas 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 *gunshot* |
| 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 niggas 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 won’t 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 |