New York, can take your life
"big apple" makes you pay the price
Might as well be on the moon
There's trouble in the dark
You hear them laughing right behind you:
Let our childrun play with toys
' no more guns for little boys
This is my harlem desire!
Just one night of peaceful sleep
And no more fighting in the streets, yeah
But "sugar-hill" is bitter sweet
So you cry out, ' never leave
'cause Harlem road's a oneway-street
There's trouble in the dark
You hear them laughing right behind you:
Just one night of peaceful sleep
And no more fighting in the streets, yeah
This is my harlem desire!
Close this crazy night downtown
And we'll feel better by the time, yeah!
Let our childrun play with toys
' no more guns for little boys
This is my harlem desire!
Just one night of peaceful sleep
And no more fighting in the streets, yeah