| Riding through Harlem | |
| In my bulletproof car | |
| Inside a glass shell you say | |
| Keeps us from harm | |
| My music's playing loudly | |
| And people gather ?round | |
| They wonder what we're doing | |
| In their part of town | |
| I try to reach out, reach out | |
| And touch my brother's hand | |
| Walls are too thick, Lord | |
| It just makes him mad | |
| Everybody's yelling | |
| There must be something wrong | |
| If we just listen closer | |
| We might just get along | |
| Wake me from my sleep now | |
| Take me from my dream | |
| Don't leave me here in Harlem | |
| You made the streets so mean | |
| This ain't no revolution | |
| This ain't no civil war | |
| Riding through Harlem | |
| In my bulletproof car | |
| An? how the signal's changing | |
| They change from green to red | |
| I see a confrontation | |
| It's lying dead ahead | |
| It all seems so familiar | |
| Part of an endless scene | |
| You find it so peculiar | |
| When you're the one in need | |
| Now you're talking, saying | |
| Now it's me verses him | |
| Well, I don't pick the sides | |
| And I don't wanna win | |
| So don't call my number | |
| And ask to fall in line | |
| When you don't have solutions | |
| You've run out of time | |
| Wake me from my sleep now | |
| Take me from my dream | |
| I?ll take you down to Harlem | |
| You?ll see just what I mean | |
| This ain't no revolution | |
| This ain't no civil war | |
| Riding through Harlem | |
| In my bulletproof car | |
| Wake me from my sleep now | |
| Take me from my dream | |
| Don't leave me here in Harlem | |
| You made the streets so mean | |
| This ain't no revolution | |
| This ain't no civil war | |
| Riding through Harlem | |
| Riding through in | |
| Riding through in a bulletproof car | |
| Wake me from my sleep now | |
| Take me from my dream | |
| I?ll take you down to Harlem | |
| You?ll see just what I mean | |
| This ain't no revolution | |
| This ain't no civil war | |
| Riding through Harlem | |
| In my bulletproof car |