This is a song about "Harlem blues"

Playing my blues, while the hypocrites debatin' my views,

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Lunatics the harlem globetrotters and there's no myths and the other guys got

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

I wake back up i cant find my car i gotta blues clues

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

I'm dreaming to be great

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

Clicks, cuz we're a wild pack of harlem lunatics!

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

Yeah my friends aren't the best influences, but they provide me the most

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

For once my mind thought that i should go back in the blues..

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news