Black I am Black I’ll be Poor I am But still not Free Steal I won't Fight I will To Help the Black man Plant a stray weed, Yeah Hunger Strikes me Day and Night As I Struggle, as I Fight Pain I’ve suffered, Oh so bad Just Still Make, I'm Black I'm Glad I see my Black Folks Living in shacks Oh, I wonder what the Black man Lacks I see the Rich man in his Tower Looking down on his Power Which Then Pile up on my Head Strain up here, Oh man its dread! I beg and I please for this to end Yet no one seems to comprehend Which Then Pile up on my Head Strain up here, Oh man its dread! I beg and I please for this to end Yet no one seems to comprehend Black I am Black I’ll be Poor I am But still not Free Steal I won't Fight I will To Help the Black man Plant a stray weed Black I am, Black I am