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A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life


No pretense, words spillin from your lips,
 greased through between the wine sips.
The other kind give you cancer, sayin fine words
when you oughta speak the answers.
Yes, I got a little bit of
Harlem runnin through my life.
Yes, a little bit of Harlem
runnin through my life.
Its my livin, its my life.

Seeins' different for the have -nots.
 Dosed with the same medicine, your
throat's tied in knots.

Say, you ever had a little bit of Harlem
runnin through your life?
Ever had a little bit of Harlem runnin
through your life?

Yes, you did, it wasn't living,
but it was your life.

You say you got to live while the livin can? But why do
you do it on the backs of others, then?
 Or did you forget about us
long ago? I had your back and lied for you, but no...


You've forgotten conveniently, I guess. You keep it simple to avoid the
mess. I really never expected no debt was due. Just wanted to be
with someone I thought was you.

I guess it takes a little bit of Harlem
runnin through your life.
It takes a little bit of Harlem
runnin through your life to know what is livin and to know
what is not. Don't worry now, you can keep what you got.

I was just lookin for a little bit of what it used to be. But
love is just sweet wishes on a cherry tree.

Dinner's over Brother,
time to get the dirty dishes cleaned.
 We had nothin once but now we got it back
it seems.

Remember when you had a little bit of
Harlem runnin through your life? A little bit of Harlem runnin
through your life?

It wasn't livin you said, but it was your life.


Meloo/Melissa A. Howells Copyright 2003
Straight from her Tilt-a-World

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Another one of my favorites. Others might agree.





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