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Yes, I'm Black


Yes, I'm black

Look at my back

There you will see

The scars of slavery

 

Yes, I'm black

Under attack

Police officers screamin'

for me to step back

 

Yes, I'm black

Disgusted stares

Death glares

As I walk down the street

 

Yes, I'm black

Hide you children from me

Run, run, run

From the beast that you see

 

Yes, I'm black

Headlights

Dark nights

Forced to fight

 

Yes, I'm black

Governmens hate me

Because I take a knee

For what I believe

 

Yes, I'm black

You can see me on CNN

Being handcuffed

And shoved into the back of van

 

Yes, I'm black

What they once hated

The dark skin, curly hair

Our individuality now tainted

 

Yes, I'm black

Scared for our daughters

Too young to understand

Why we're being slaughtered

 

Yes, I'm black

My brother is too

But he'll be dead soon

Because he doesn't look like you

 

Yes, I'm black

Still wearing these chains

Slavery never ended

They just changed the name

 

Land of the free, home of the brave

You lie and say we've come along way

If you ask Ferguson, tears running down his face

Racism still lives but tomorrow's another day

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