Call Me Human (feat. Skip Marley & French Montana) - Godfather of Harlem

(Take me to the-) (Take me to the-) (Take me to the-) It's something higher I mean, it's not wah we ah deal wid The reality of wah e goin' happ'n Is something higher than man own personal Likkle vexation and pride self This is something weh no man cyan stop because All nation, ah go gather and all nation ah go say, "Yes" and "Right" And some-, some plenty will die You know? But there is The people who deh-deh who want it and Know seh is fi dem own Which is the truth, the right to live You know? Which where you take di right fi live Di right fi live is to have di right vibe Di right vibe come from Rasta Oh, I'm lost I need a map Oh, I slip get back on track See the future, clear your path 'Cause we go forward, never back (yeah) Little weary boy, don't run up Listen to the voice in your heart I gotta fess up, no hesitation It's a vibration, ready with my arms up Take me to the higher place I gotta run to a higher state 'Cause nowhere else to go, light the way Pack it up and roll, I'm on my way Take this over higher place I gotta run to a higher plane There's nowhere else to go, light the way Pack it up and roll, I'm on my way How much longer can we play? Man, they've run and gone astray There won't be another day If you don't decide to make a way Little weary boy, don't run up Listen to the voice in your heart I gotta fess up, no hesitation It's a vibration, ready with my arms up Take me to the higher place I gotta run to the higher state 'Cause nowhere else to go, light the way Pack it up and roll, I'm on my way Take this over higher place I gotta run to a higher plane 'Cause nowhere else to go, light the way Pack it up and roll, I'm on my way It's something higher I mean, it's not wah we ah deal wid The reality of what goin' happen Is something higher than man own personal

Sometimes it's so hard to be, happy When all you do is hold on to your insecurities A hurting heart is the most, painful So let it all out and, oh cry () Cry... cry to me, if u wanna Its fine... fine by me Cause i'll hold you, you see inside... Heard you leave So cry... cry to me (2) When will you emerge from, your hideaway From your true feelings that you want, escape Maybe it's my mind driftin too far away, into space Fly away to a, better place There's no other spot I'd rather lay So don't be scared no, I won't hurt you () Cry... cry to me, if u wanna Its fine... fine by me Cause i'll hold you, you see inside... Heard you leave So cry... cry to me (3) We're better together, in any weather If it's cold im your sweater If it rains I'm your umrella No one is perfect, but to me you're perfection What are flaws beside, their creation Ain't gonna walk trough the heartaches Walk through the pain Don't feel alone in the shadow You're not the one to blame Society deceives your mind Tells you what you should be How to look and to act, and what to believe is real Let it all go, it will make you feel better So drop it all and cry to me if you want to () Cry... cry to me, if u wanna Its fine... fine by me Cause i'll hold you, you see inside... Heard you leave So cry... cry to me Cry... cry to me if u wanna It's fine... it's fine by me cause I'll hold you It's fine...

It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me Angel Soul love, this love won't let me go So long, angel of Harlem Birdland on fifty-three The street sounds like a symphony We got John Coltrane and a love supreme Miles, and she's got to be an angel Lady Day got diamond eyes She sees the truth behind the lies Angel Soul love, this love won't let me go So long, angel of Harlem Angel of Harlem She says it's heart, heart and soul Yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah (right now) Blue light on the avenue God knows they got to you An empty glass, the lady sings Eyes swollen like a bee sting Blinded you lost your way Through the side streets and the alleyway Like a star exploding in the night Falling to the city in broad daylight An angel in Devil's shoes Salvation in the blues You never looked like an angel Yeah, yeah, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem