| Little kid in a small town
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| I did my best just to fit in
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| Broke my heart on the playground, mm
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| When they said I was different
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| Oh, now
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| Now, I’m all grown up and nothin' has changed
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| Yeah, it’s still the same
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| It’s a hard life on easy street
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| Just white painted picket fences far as you can see
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| If you think we live in the land of the free
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| You should try to be black like me
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| My daddy worked day and night
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| For an old house and a used car
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| Just to live that good life, mm
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| It shouldn’t be twice as hard
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| Oh, now
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| Now, I’m all grown up and nothin' has changed
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| Yeah, it’s still the same
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| It’s a hard life on easy street
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| Just white painted picket fences far as you can see
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| If you think we live in the land of the free
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| You should try to be, oh, black like me
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh, I know
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| I’m not
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| The only one
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| Oh, yeah
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| Who feels
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| Like I
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| I don’t belong
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| It’s a hard life on easy street
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| Just white painted picket fences far as you can see
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| And if you think we live in the land of the free
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| You should try to be, oh, black like me
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| Oh, and some day we’ll all be free
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| And I’m proud to be, oh, black like me
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| And I’m proud to be black like me
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| I’m proud to be black like me
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| Black like me |