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One-two-five, the street don’t sleep

Voices rise from corners deep

Gold chains swing, the rhythm walks

Sidewalk sermons, power talks

Old soul records in the air

Every step, a local prayer

From the roots, the beat survives

Every echo still alive

Uplift on 125th

Where the soul begins to lift

Moving proud, we don’t resist

History in every twist

Clap your hands, the gospel flows

Market sounds and preacher prose

Every shade, a story burns

Every dancer takes a turn

Storefronts bright with painted dreams

Hope reflected in their seams

Marching forward, bold and clear

Generation shifting gear

Voices stacked like harmony

Shouting through the legacy

Uplift on 125th

Where the soul begins to lift

Moving proud, we don’t resist

History in every twist

Horn lines bounce off brownstone walls

Kids still playing, night still calls

Love and rhythm in our stride

Harlem’s heart can’t be denied

Midnight shines in every face

Steps in time, a sacred space

Uplift on 125th

Where the soul begins to lift

Moving proud, we don’t resist

History in every twist

Uplift on 125th

Where the soul begins to lift

Moving proud, we don’t resist

History in every twist