Immortal Technique - Harlem Streets (remix) lyrics

Verse 1) Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder Like those motherf**ers runnin' away from the twin towers Gunshots rock the earth like a meteor shower Bowling For Columbine, fear, giving the media power Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box Government c**aine cooked into ghetto crack rock Corrupt cops false testimony at your arraignment Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments Working your whole life wondering where the day went The subway stays packed like a multicultural slave-ship It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin' And people coming home after corporate sharecroppin And f** flossin, mothers are trying to feed children But gentrification is kicking them out of their building A generation of babies born without health-care Families homeless, thrown the f** off the welfare (Hook) 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 k**ing 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 motherf**er out on the curb Trying 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 f** you think most of us are locked in a cage I give n***as the truth, cause they pride is indigent You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent But I'm sick of feeling impotent watching the world burn In the era of apocalypse waiting my turn I'm a Harlem n***a 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 Making them deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal But I see through the mentality implanted in us And I educate my fam about who we should trust (Hook) 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?