Everyone is a problem to be solved in this Harlem,

Who'd do the arithmetic when the solution is the problem.

Mr. Lecturer wants to hanky panky every Mary just come,

And every Johnny do all bad to earn good income.

Gons die to live extravagantly, na street dem dey run;

Girls try to be the vogue, dem dey runs the run.

Who dares to throw the stone?

That paunchy embezzler who feeds only his own?

Or pastor that sells a mantle only the Rich can afford,

Perhaps the pauper don't need salvation. Praise the Lord!