If you ever been to Harlem
You would see that there
Are many problems
Brothers killing brothers
And mother's arguing with father's
Sister's having babies
Because a homeboy told her
That he loved her
So she fell into the trap
And now there is no looking back
Through the tears
We can see them crying
Can we stop the rain
Can we stop their pain
Through the tears
Mother's suffering
There's no where to go
Maybe they don't know
What are we gonna do
The world is going to self destruct
Unless we make a change
We gotta stop playing their game
The world is in their hands
We have to take a stand
And try to make them understand
That we are the master plan
(oooh yeah)
Now the responsibility of raising
A child is in her hands
She ain't got no job to go to
And now she ain't even
Really got no man
Her baby is crying
Cause he just wants
Something to eat
So she turns to the
Little crack bottle
And that's the beginning
Of her defeat
Through the tears
We can see them crying
Can we stop the rain
Can we stop their pain
Through the tears
Mother's suffering
There's no where to go
Maybe they don't know
Through the tears
We can see them crying
Can we stop the rain
Can we stop their pain
Through the tears
Mother's suffering
There's no where to go
Maybe they don't know
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