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Harlow is a new town and local government district in Essex, England. It is located in the west of the county and on the border with Hertfordshire, on the Stort Valley, The town is near the M11 motorway and forms part of the London commuter belt.The district has a current population of 78,889 (2010 estimate).
There is some dispute as to where the placename Harlow derives from. One theory is that it derives from the Anglo-Saxon words 'here' and 'hlaw', meaning "army hill", probably to be identified with Mulberry Hill, which was used as the moot or meeting place for the district.
The other theory is that it derives from the words 'here' and 'hearg', meaning "temple hill/mound", probably to be identified with an Iron Age burial mound, later a Roman temple site on River Way.
The original village, mentioned in the Norman Domesday Book, developed as a typical rural community around what is now known as Old Harlow, with many of its buildings still standing.
The earliest deposits are of a Mesolithic (circa 10,000 BC) hunting camp excavated by Davey in Northbrooks in the 1970s(Unpublished) closely followed by the large and unexcavated deposits of Neolithic flint located at Gilden Way. These deposits are mostly known of due to the large numbers of surface bound worked flint ; indeed there is substanital amounts to speculate on organised working of flint in the area. Large amounts of debetage litter the area and tools found include Axeheads, hammers, blades, dowles and other boring tools and multipuprpose flints such as scrapers. An organised Field Walk in the late 1990s by Bartlett(Unpublished)indicates that most of the area, some 80 hectares, produces worked flint from the Neolithic to the Bronze Age with a smattering of Mesolithic ; so basically it indicates organised industry from 5000 BC to 2000 BC. Indeed the deposits are so large and dispersed that any major archaeological work in the area will have to take this into consideration before any ground work is started.
Katharine (Poppy) Julia Harlow (May 2, 1982) is an American news anchor and reporter, best known for her journalism at Forbes.com and her work with CNN on television and online. She is currently a business correspondent and anchor at CNNMoney.com based in New York City where she has worked since leaving Forbes.com in 2007, and where she worked as an anchor, reporter and producer. Harlow is a rising star in the cable news industry, going from a modest job at CBS as an intern to appearing on CNN's CNNMoney.com and on its regular cable program in only three years.
Harlow was born May 2, 1982, in the Twin Cities, Minnesota, area. Harlow enrolled in the exclusive college prep school, the Blake School of Minneapolis, Minnesota, graduating cum laude in 2001. Upon graduation, Harlow attended Columbia University where she majored in Political Science and also studied Middle Eastern Studies. She was Phi Beta Kappa and graduated Magna Cum Laude in 2005.
After beginning as an intern at CBS while still in college, Harlow worked for CBS MarketWatch and as an assistant producer for CBS Newspath. Leaving CBS after graduation, Harlow was an anchor and reporter for NY1 News' Local Edition. From January to August 2007, while at NY1, Harlow's news beat covered Staten Island and areas west of New York City area and including TV reporting on local politics, the economy and the local cultural life.
[Intro: Mimi]
Oooooooh, ohhhhhhhh
Listennn, listennn
[B-Real:]
When I spit I'm committed it's a blessing I'm grateful
Coulda been one of the many feelin bitter and hateful
Coulda gave up on my dreams, steady bangin and slangin
Servin fiends on the corner with the red rag hangin
Sayin I ain't leavin cause it's all good in the hood
'Til they put me in a box, six carried the wood
Or I'm sittin in a cell block, writin my family
Tellin them how sorry I am, just please understand me
Thinkin how it could've been if I had listened to any others
I could've been somebody out there makin a difference
Maybe the angel on my shoulder kept me out of the system
Cause decisions that I made they should've left me in prison
Like my older brother caught up cause he wasn't as lucky
He goes in and out the joint, see the recipe's ugly
See we run around in life until we find a purpose
Yeah we run around blind I'm only scratchin the surface
[Chorus: Mimi (B-Real)]
When the streets love you, it's lovely
But when they hate you, you're ugly
There's no tomorrow you find
Any dreams and ambitions gone
(Gotta find our way out of here)
(By any means we climbin our way out of here)
(We on the grind and fightin our way out of here)
(We on the line and drivin out way out of here)
[B-Real:]
It's hard to kick a habit, and conquer addiction
All the, drugs and bitches, depleting your riches
Low self-esteem along with a little depression
Makes a cocktail for failure and brings on tension
So you steal from your family and you robbin your friends
Now you alone in the world havin to scrape for ends
You're an outcast, yeah nobody trust yo' ass
Because you let 'em down so many times, remember the past?
They turn their backs and act like you never existed
Cause you always missed the point and you got everything twisted
For some it's too late and they never come, out the abyss
There's another side for those who want to change how they live
They want respect from their peers and the roof overhead
They want the Benz in the garage a hot bird in the bed
They got the hunger for success but it comes at a price
You gotta sacrifice the vices that, put you on ice
[Chorus]
[B-Real:]
You take your chances any time you take a step on the street
And in the heat of confrontation your heart skips a beat
And if you show it they will use it it's the code of the hustler
Talkin to each other sayin we gonna get that buster
They don't respect you, but they keep smilin in your face
They wanna taste how you livin and the money you gettin
They smell the fear and they, wait for you to make a mistake
Then they infiltrate and take every last bit of your cake
So if you livin in the fast lane, look in your mirrors
Cause the drama's much closer than the objects appear
If you slip one time they might end you that minute
And everything that you worked for is gone in seconds
Then you see a light and you keep on gettin closer
These envious fuckers put you in a state of coma
Family by your side, prayin for your frame to recover
While your dough and your woman runnin off with another