But you wanna know how does it turn turn turn
Keep you away of this city where harlem's overheard

But you wanna know how does it turn turn turn
You move through the streets of black harlem on the way to yourself

1.
You're a part of the town New York City
You're a part of the black USA
But you were never ashamed of your colour
And you were never ashamed of who you are

2.
A slave who's sick of the subways
A broken soul for every light in this town
They wipe off the dirt of Manhattan
And on your dreadlocks there's no glittery crown

3.
And your influence on white culture
Is something you'll never got a gratitude.