Il testo della On my way to harlem

I know a place where the trees don't grow
Just another place where niggaz live low
I know a place where life is fucked up
Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up

Time ain't nothin' but a frame of mind
And life is like a mountain or a steep ass climb
I've been lookin' for a place to leave
The only free place is inside of me

So let's take a trip, and you don't need a grip
But you better be equipped 'cause it might be some shit
African-american, nothin' but a nigga
Had our fingers on the trigger, but i pulled mine quicker

I know a place where there ain't no calm and
You better stay away if you're soft like charmin'
South central, los angeles, watts, and compton
A nigga on the west coast on his way to harlem

Now it's time to step into the light
Put up your dukes, there's gonna be a fight
And when it's time to fight, you better fight right
'cause if it don't fight right, out goes the light

Take a close look at what i'm freakin' on
Niggaz think i'm tweekin', but i'm speakin' on
Subject matter, data
Information that i gather through my travels

'cause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer
Can't stop the slug of a nine millimeter
Everybody thinks they know, but they know not
If they haven't caught a cap on the block

So shine up your boots and pick up the pieces
Grab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creases
Ring the alarm, here comes the storm
I got a firearm on my way to harlem

I know a place where the sun don't shine
Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime
I know a place where niggaz walk the line
One false step and they must do time

Since i'm in the same boat i must stay afloat
And sing every note from the quotes that they wrote
So, i look into the past and walk the path of the greats
So i wont make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors fates

If i had to be a slave i'd rather be in my grave
If i get in how many lives could i save?
One, two, three, a hundred, a thousand
My heart is poundin', the devil keeps soundin'

But he don't want my money, he wants my soul
So i reach like a tree, and like a weed i grow
My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin'
Rollin' in a g ride on my way to harlem