Harlem Delights

The sun is upon us

As we’re walking through the grass.

We’re supposed to be on the wild side.

But who cares?

We keep on sliding

To the left, to the right.

White stones, grey stones, green stones, mind stones rolling…

Past, present, future, passing…

There's no way to return, we keep on strolling

Into this world of music, art and alchemy.

All this is full of curiosity, generosity and eccentricity,

Spirits are high; hope and God are in sight .

Sharing what we have right here

Rejoicing greatly, fully, happily.

Stars, white and red stripes are floating.

As I enter this forbidden garden of Eden

Heaven ! Heal’em, Hear’em as my soul is rocking

And pacing through the valley of grace.

No bombs, no shots, no curses, no locks

Just brownie dreads, soft cornbreads and BBQ blocks.

I feel like I’m eating some kind of Merry Food

Which taste so good, it helps me to keep my cool.

As we stand here united, we can hear the blessing, the coming groove

See the smiling, feel the living as we move.

Who would have thought that the Devil looked so fine?

No word has to be uttered

Insanities are instantly ushered

What a day through the African-American history!

Harlem Renaissance is the cradle of real Black Studies

What a better way to welcome you to Holly Hood, Buddies!