Black Man in America Songtext
von October London

Let me tell you a story, real life
Tell me what you know about it
Tell me what you know about me
I′m just a black man trying to get to work
I'm just trying to feed my family
Here′s my license and registration
And my two hands are on the wheel, yeah
I'm cooperating, I ain't really saying nothing
But still you won′t let me live

Oh yeah, it′s hard
Hard to be a black man
Black man in America
America
Oh America
Oh yeah it's hard

Boss man outside the job
Smoking his new port short
I can tell he′s about to be up on some bullshit
I ain't got time for this


He said boy don′t you know how to tell time
I said boy okay I know I'm late
I said I got pulled over, I apologize
I fit the description
Of a suspect today

Oh yeah it′s hard
Hard to be a black man
Black man in America
America
Oh America
Oh yeah it's hard

I come home to a woman who loves me
And don't see me as a nigga
Cause I′m a provider, full time, a food supplier, work for hire
There ain′t no room for slack
Or ramen noodles cooking on the stove
I only make $8.50 an hour
I got an education but they'd rather see me struggle some more
Guess I just don′t have the power


Oh yeah it's hard
Hard to be a black man
A black man in America
America
Oh America
Oh yeah it′s hard