Ode To Harlem

In harlem was I born and raised, With fond memories flooding my brain so solemn, Black is proud for we believe in a divine totem, Unity and hope our sovereign emblems, Though notorious and violent have some folks turned out, into GOD'S hands do I leave their problems...For he alone can solve them; Tis good to sing this sweet anthem, This land has taught me hard work and patience, So if i'd have a son We’d call him Anselm, Each day I pray GOD to take away this vision of a rowdy harem, For I would love my wife's name to be Carmen, A Harlem of peace and stability where we the future leaders will rename her JERUSALEM.