riding through harlem in my bulletproof car inside a glass shell you say keeps us from harm my music s playing loudly and people gather round they wonder what we re doing in their part of town i try to reach out reach out and touch my brother s hand walls are too thick lord it just makes him mad everybody s yelling there must be something wrong if we just listen closer we might just get along wake me from my sleep now take me from my dream don t leave me here in harlem you made the streets so mean this ain t no revolution this ain t no civil war riding through harlem in my bulletproof car an how the signal s changing they change from green to red i see a confrontation it s lying dead ahead it all seems so familiar part of an endless scene you find it so peculiar when you re the one in need now you re talking saying now it s me verses him well i don t pick the sides and i don t wanna win so don t call my number and ask to fall in line when you don t have solutions you ve run out of time wake me from my sleep now take me from my dream i ll take you down to harlem you ll see just what i mean this ain t no revolution this ain t no civil war riding through harlem in my bulletproof car wake me from my sleep now take me from my dream don t leave me here in harlem you made the streets so mean this ain t no revolution this ain t no civil war riding through harlem riding through in riding through in a bulletproof car wake me from my sleep now take me from my dream i ll take you down to harlem you ll see just what i mean this ain t no revolution this ain t no civil war riding through harlem in my bulletproof car