Little Jimmy grabbed his toys And went outside to play How was he supposed to know That he might die today
The officer, he told the judge “Jimmy had a gun” Now another mother Will be burying a son
If you don’t believe it’s true I guess I wrote this song for you You’d think I’d say these words because I hate America?
No That’s just life for me Living while black in the land of the free Yeah what it’s like to be Living while black in the land of the free And I’m not gonna be quiet Make a little noise and they call it a riot Ain’t no sympathy Living while black in the land of the free
There’s enough to go around For everyone to share But a check from Uncle Sam What would that repair?
All the broken families Fathers in a cell… Slavery’s abolished but it’s Still alive and well
If you don’t believe it’s true I guess I wrote this song for you You’d think I’d say these words because I hate America?
No That’s just life for me Living while black in the land of the free Yeah what it’s like to be Living while black in the land of the free And I’m not gonna be quiet Make a little noise and they said its a riot Ain’t no sympathy Living while black in the land of the free
No That’s just life for me Living while black in the land of the free Yeah what it’s like to be Living while black in the land of the free And I’m not gonna be quiet Make a little noise and they call it a riot Ain’t no sympathy Living while black in the land of the free
That’s just life for me Living while black in the land of the free Yeah what it’s like to be Living while black in the land of the free And I’m not gonna be quiet Make a little noise and they call it a riot Ain’t no sympathy Living while black in the land of the free