I remember Harlem, like Dakara a vision, streets named after heroes, blood and stories overrun. Counting the days till Ramadan is over, elegant women in the sun float closer. I remember Harlem, long forgotten majesty, bodies brown and lowing, spirits watching over me, hoping for mercy Maraqan when night falls, elders and young ones come on down a close call. I remember Harlem, like Dakara a vision, streets named after heroes, blood and stories overrun. I remember Harlem, like Dakara a vision, streets named after heroes, bodies brown and lowing, spirits watching over me, hoping for mercy Maraqan when night falls, elders and young ones come on down a close call. I remember Harlem, like Dakara a vision, it's been so long my memories bloom, like the ocean that brought me to these shores I call home now. Harlem, remember me too. Harlem, remember me too. Harlem, remember me too. Harlem, remember me too. Harlem, Harlem, Harlem. Harlem, remember me too. Harlem, remember me too. Harlem, remember me too. Harlem, remember me too.