Harlem is the growing street
that filled with the heartbeat
Mr.Hughes the poet man considered to be an honest one

Take a bus to the hot spots you will feel the drumbeat
In the night I wrap you tight
To the street sound that rumbles down
Crazy Johnny sweeping fights
Movements captured dribbling cleats

Globetrotters the personal team
has been converted to a standing stream
Black & White meet the street
Downtown cabs felt deceit
Kids climb the drainpipe to sustain there landed heels

Dreams seems to die take the Harlem night
The crown of light whirl deep
Listen, Listen, Listen
Harlem is the drumbeat
so keep the standing beat

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