The Plight of Blacks

Why am I black? God made me so Then why you are punishing me? Why can't I have all the rights like others do? Why do I have to watch myself every time I turn around? Why can't I go out at night like others do? Why do you watch me like a hawk at every red light? Did I do something wrong? Why can't you read me my rights when you pull me over? Why do you treat me like some suspects? I haven't done anything wrong Why God why are all these things happening to me? I can't go around the block without them following me Asking me questions "where am I going?" "Where do you live?" What did I ever do - to deserve this? Can you tell me that, sir? I don't look like you But that doesn't mean I don't feel like you My son at home is afraid to set foot out the door because he can be sprayed by arrays of bullets Or hauled straight to jail for whatever reasons When do you ever see my plight? I am asking you I can't go to the drive-ins the park, or see a movie because there are always somebody watching me hawking me, look the other way Am I invisible? I have skins I have feelings I know hurtful words, stares can break my soul But they can't hurt my spirit I am a person just like you Do you think just because I look different it gives you the right to treat me this way? H no God is my judge And He is my witness I tell you this day that you are going to pay He will make you pay Not I You call yourself educated But look at you You can't even educate yourself You know not right from wrong Left from right Balance or not balance Where is the equality? I will tell you Until you see the light You will be forever walking in darkness Until you see me You will be forever groping for a sense of peace It will be withheld from you Because you didn't do right Didn't see me See me as a nonperson You will see