Black Like Me By Mickey Guyton
Little kid in a small town
I did my best just to fit in
Broke my heart on the play ground
When they said I was different
Oh now, Now I’m all growing up and nothing has changed
Yeah still the same
It’s a hard life on easy street
Just white painted picket fences far as you can see
If you think we live in the land of the free
You should try to be black like me
Daddy work day and night
For an old house and used car
Just to live that good life
It shouldn’t be twice as hard
Oh now, Now I’m all growing up and nothing has changed
Yeah still the same
It’s a hard life on easy street
Just white painted picket fences far as you can see
If you think we live in the land of the free
You should try to be black like me
Oh I know I’m not the only one
You feels like I, I don’t belong
It’s a hard life on easy street
Just white painted picket fences far as you can see
If you think we live in the land of the free
You should try to be black like me
Oh in some day will all be free
And I’ll proud to be a black like me
And I’ll proud to be a black like me
proud to be a black like me
black like me
