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