Black Like Me
Little kid in a small town
I did my best just to fit in
Broke my heart on the playground, mm
When they said I was different
Oh now, now I'm all grown up, and nothing has changed
Yeah, it's 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
My daddy worked day and night
For an old house and a used car, hm
Just to live that good life, mm
It shouldn't be twice as hard
Oh now, now I'm all grown up and nothing has changed
Yeah, it's 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, oh, black like me
Oh, oh oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, I know I'm not the only one, oh yeah
Who 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
And if you think we live in the land of the free
Then you should try to be, oh, black like me
Oh, and someday we'll all be free
And I'm proud to be, oh, black like me
And I'm proud to be black like me
Proud to be black like me
Black like me
I did my best just to fit in
Broke my heart on the playground, mm
When they said I was different
Oh now, now I'm all grown up, and nothing has changed
Yeah, it's 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
My daddy worked day and night
For an old house and a used car, hm
Just to live that good life, mm
It shouldn't be twice as hard
Oh now, now I'm all grown up and nothing has changed
Yeah, it's 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, oh, black like me
Oh, oh oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, I know I'm not the only one, oh yeah
Who 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
And if you think we live in the land of the free
Then you should try to be, oh, black like me
Oh, and someday we'll all be free
And I'm proud to be, oh, black like me
And I'm proud to be black like me
Proud to be black like me
Black like me
Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Paul Chapman, Fraser James Eliot Churchill, Emma Davidson-dillon, Mickey Guyton
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