Chorus:
Harlem to Bedstuy
My thoughts ride
Harlem to Bedstuy
My thoughts ride
Verse 1:
So much on my chest like the crest on my shirt
Real life is a stress, Real life is a test
Forget the grade, i want to get paid just like them
Developers building, new owners moving
Neighborhood loosing, not by their choosing
Life is a cycle
Harlem is changing , everything ranges
On profit, pay up or forfeit
You ain't really gotta love it
New names like Soha
Call it a joke say no ha
But thats Noha
Real estate your place
New face new taste
Rent on the rise can't afford it
Bodega on the corner gone
Men I use to love it
Feel some kind of way
Money rules the day
I don't have a say
All i got to say is:
Harlem to Bedstuy
My thoughts ride
Harlem to Bedstuy
My thoughts ride
Verse 2:
A train , riding to Bedstuy
Earphones in my ear
Trying not to care
Thoughts of last night
Keep ringing in my ear
She said it isn't fair
I was quite selfish
Said i never shared
Something like a shellfish
In relation to emotion
I think she meant love
All we did was __
She really wanted more
But she really wasn't sure
Hopped off the train
Standing in the rain
It stopped I walked
Past brownstones in the corner
Occupied by new owners
Barbershops gone, restaurants come
Barbershops gone, restaurants come
Bedstuy is leaving
Bedstuy is gone
Harlem! Bedstuy!
Harlem! Bedstuy!
Conversation with Francois begins about his thoughts on changes in the neighborhood
Credits