Black At Night
Life is easy being invisible,
all you have to do is stay black all day
You just go through life unnoticed,
nobody ever hear the words you say
But at night things get different,
yes sir, nothing remains the same
Getting stopped while driving black,
turns into a Russian roulette game
You might live,
you might die
The police has an itchy finger
Being black is the reason why
Stay black all day,
and you'll be fine
Just watch yourself
come night time
Stay black all day,
keep a low profile
Don't you dare forget to pray
Death might be lurking,
coming your way
Life is hard being invisible,
nothing you can do but stay black all day
What you want and what you need,
is hard to get working on yesterday slave's pay
But at night things get real different,
no sir, it ain't like it is in the day
Getting stopped while driving black,
might send your life heading the wrong way
Don't ask questions,
don't ask why
The police with the itchy finger
might give you the fade to black bye-bye
Stay black all day,
keep a low profile
Don't you dare forget to pray
Like a lurking crocodile,
death may be coming your way
Stay black all day,
never forget who you are
Just watch yourself
at night time when you're in a car
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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