Summer night in Harlem, man it's really hot Well it's too hot to sleep I'm too cold to eat I don't care if I die or not Winter night in Harlem, oh oh radiator won't get hot Well the mean ol' landlord

I was living in Angola, reading in the paper 'Bout the new depression sot the States upset Still, I just can't see how only one TV And two slightly used cars causes such regrets In this country such

We're in trouble all the time You read about us all in the papers We walk around and bump into walls A blind delegation, yeah And we ain't afraid of high power We're bullet proof And we've never hear

Here they come down main street Drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', what a roar! Bands are a playin' and flags are a wavin' And the Vanguards and Motorcycle Corps Clowns are a clownin' to the

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Once upon a time quite long ago When King Arthur was in charge of the round table Yeah, that’s right, you heard me – just listen It’s a hip-hop rendition of an Arthurian legend And the e

CHORUS My eyes looking back at me thats to see success, My nose is to smell it, Right before it comes these ears are gonna hear it, All i've gotta do with my mouth is declare it, I know my futu

[Verse 1:] Pitifully I'm tired of cats up in the industry They poison all the water which we drink, that's slowly killing me Politically, I'm feeling me now here's a taste I never thought That any

I wasn't born in Chigaco But I can play the blues I wasn't part of no union But I paid my dues I never got into a train wreck But I went off the rails I never went under the hammer 'Cause I was hard

No taxation without representation Two hundred years of exploitation In the capital of this nation No representation in the capital of this nation Two hundred years of exploitation Give the people th

We could all be something else. We´ll celebrate every defeat, cry over victory. It's what happens when north is south, and south is north. Were the question, were the answer, the problem

I feel it coming down You started a revolution baby The walls are breaking down down It's written across your face across your face You don't seem to waste your time And I feel I'm cra

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Unknown Miscellaneous Zacks Bayonet Boys Zack's Bayonet Boys Come, fill up your glasses,the night hurries on; And l'll give you a song ere this bottle is gone; And the chorus shall be, when the c