The Other Side

When I walk down the street, You look at me funny Saying in your mind “we don’t like your kind sonny.” If I drink at the fountain You begin to twist and turn The hands start to clench, And your stomach begins to churn. If I say “M.L.K.” You’re ready to cause a storm If I sing “Let Freedom Ring,” You want a thunderstorm. Why don’t you like me? Why can’t have a piece of the pie, Racism should be a thing of the past; But wait, is that why you want me to die? You want to come after me With the KKK by your side, You want to terrorize my people And break down our pride. But just to let you know, You’ll never break us down We’ll overcome in the end And shout freedom all around.