Being black is Sometimes being loathed and hated Or beaten back And usually underestimated And though it’s wack It’s also antiquated And it’s a fact We’re often tired and frustrated
Being black is A pre-existing condition As a matter of fact It hurts to make this admission And those without tact Might say we lack ambition But let’s look back Who put us in this position?
Being black is Being spotted in a crowd And it’s a fact Sometimes we are too loud We’re attacked For being well endowed The deck is stacked Yet we refuse to be cowed
Being black is Having grace and style And the knack For surviving hard times with a smile And bouncing back With a Cadillac To completes our high profile We use more gas for the mile