Rare Bird - Harlem lyrics

Irate observations By the people of the streets of Harlem Two centuries, covered in tears But now there's a storm and it's raging Across every highway, I know In the words of the many It won't ever, hold back the tears no more Irate observations But none know the cries weren't answered Who holds the hand That deals so much pain? Cause now there's a feeling and it's growing In the heart of the nation, so much pain But now there's a storm and it's raging Across every highway, I know In the words of the weak It won't ever, hold back the tears no more