Black I Am

Black I am
Black I’ll be
Poor I am
But still not Free
Steal I won't
Fight I will
To Help the Black man
Plant a stray weed, Yeah

Hunger Strikes me Day and Night
As I Struggle, as I Fight
Pain I’ve suffered, Oh so bad
Just Still Make, I'm Black I'm Glad

I see my Black Folks Living in shacks
Oh, I wonder what the Black man Lacks
I see the Rich man in his Tower
Looking down on his Power

Which Then Pile up on my Head
Strain up here, Oh man its dread!
I beg and I please for this to end
Yet no one seems to comprehend

Which Then Pile up on my Head
Strain up here, Oh man its dread!
I beg and I please for this to end
Yet no one seems to comprehend

Black I am
Black I’ll be
Poor I am
But still not Free
Steal I won't
Fight I will
To Help the Black man
Plant a stray weed

Black I am, Black I am