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Raised in Harlem
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What Are The Lyrics For Raised in Harlem By T Bone Stone?
My people telling me that you the man
That can heal the sick with ya healin' hand Demand sickness to scram And got power like superman Command the winds to cease Even teach the priest and walk on water, if this true Then I got the faith that you can heal my daughter I'm down on my knees, beggin' ya please I need a blessing, I'm tired of stressing Besides my daughter's just an adolescent I was Raised, raised in Harlem My baby's dying in the street bleeding Barely breathin', about to die, Hero Caught up, sot up over these drugs By some thugs, Hero I know I'm just a chronic breathin' heathen That's thievin', grievin' and fendin' for My daughter's healin' But I'm still believin' That you can find it in your heart To help a man like me, heal my baby And take away her pain and this misery I was Raised, raised in Harlem I'm pleadin' Hero, just say a prayer she'll be O.K I know that if you come and just say the word to my daughter You'll take all the suffering away Just come and touch her and hug her I know that she'll recover Me and her mother love her like crazy 'Cause we got no other Please Hero, place your hands on her forehead Just say the word And raise my baby daughter from the dead Raised, raised in Harlem What's this man got to offer? I sent you to fetch a doctor You're too late, she's gone hereafter Our daughter's a drive-by disaster Just another wasted victim A little teenaged girl who was Raised in Harlem Nah, it can't be, man It just can't be, y'all Ain't nobody dyin', Mammie, so stop the cryin' 'Cause she 'fi'n to live This is Hero, the man who came to heal our baby kid Just have the faith and believe that he can fulfill all our needs Heed, him indeed, He's the one who can heal our dyin' seed I got the faith and trust that he can save Our baby darlin' From Cali to Harlem His healin' stats are flawless and startlin' I was Raised, raised in Harlem I'm pleadin' Hero, just say a prayer she'll be O.K I know that if you come and just say the word to my daughter You'll take all the suffering away Just come and touch her and hug her I know that she'll recover Me and her mother love her like crazy 'Cause we got no other Please Hero, place your hands on her forehead Just say the word And raise my baby daughter from the dead Raised, raised in Harlem I need you, God I know your heart is breaking But this girl is only sleeping If you'll just give us both a minute or two Oh, yeah, they laugh instead of believing They think I've lost my reason But don't fear what you can't see or do You just gotta believe, oh, just believe I'm pleadin' Hero, just say a prayer she'll be O.K I know that if you come and just say the word to my daughter You'll take all the suffering away Just come and touch her and hug her I know that she'll recover Me and her mother love her like crazy 'Cause we got no other Please Hero, place your hands on her forehead Just say the word And raise my baby daughter from the dead Raised, raised in Harlem Do it, Hero I know that you can heal her, my Hero Just do it, Hero I know that you can heal her, my Hero Do it, Hero I know that you can heal her, my Hero Touch her, Hero I know that your hands can heal her, Hero Raised, raised in Harlem You know I was Raised, raised in Harlem Raised in the City, 'Jus Raised, raised in Harlem Yeah, yeah, my baby was Raised, raised in Harlem Raised in the city of Harlem, ya'll |
Who Wrote Raised in Harlem By T Bone Stone?
Eddie Degarmo, Bob Farrell, Pete Stewart, T-bone
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What's The Duration Of The Raised in Harlem By T Bone Stone?The duration of Raised in Harlem is 4:21 minutes and seconds. |
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