<h1>Is It Because I'm Black?</h1>

The dark brown shades of my skin, 

only add colour to my tears,
that splash against my hollow bones,

that rocks my soul
Looking back over my false dreams,

that I once knew,
wondering why my dreams

never came true
                            Is it because I'm black?

somebody tell me,

what can I do

Oh lord

Something is holding me back
                           Is it because I'm black?
In this world of no pity
I was raised in the ghetto of the city

Oh lord
Momma, she works so hard
to earn every penny

yea, Oh lord
Something is holding me back
                           Is it because I'm black?

Like a child stealing his first piece of candy,

                                                and got caugth

Thiefing around life's corner somewhere

I got lost
Something is holding me back
I wonder, is it because I'm black?
Somebody tell me what can I do
Will I survive, or will I die?

     keep on holding me back

     keep on holding on
     keep on picking on me
     keep on holding me back  

keep on holding on keep on holding on

You're holding me back

I wonder why,

you do me like that
but you keep on holding me back

       keep on putting your foot on me
but I, I've got to break away
somehow and someday
Cause I wanna be somebody so bad,

so bad
I wanna be somebody,

I wanna be somebody so bad
You see,

I want diamond rings and things,

like you do
and I wanna drive Cadillac cars
I wanna be somebody so bad
But you keep on putting your foot on me
and I, I believe,

I believe I can break away

and be somebody, somehow, and someway
Ya see,

I heard somebody say one time
You can make it, if you try
and some of us, we tried so hard,

we tried so hard
I want you to know that

I don't speak for myself
but I speak for y'all too right now
Ya see,

if you have white-like brown skin and a high yeller
you're still black
so we all got to stick together right now
This I wanna say to you my sisters and my brothers
Right on sister
Right on brother
Dig this:
And we keep on pushing down
We've got to make it a little bit further
We've got to make it a little further
All we got to do is try, try, try
And some of us,

we've tried so hard
We've tried so hard,

we've tried so hard
We've tried so hard,

so hard to be somebody
We've tried so hard,

although,

they're holding us back
And it stairs the reason,

that they're doing us like that
You know what? 

It is
I believe,

it is because we are black
But hey,

we can't stop now,

we can't stop now
We've got to keep on, keep on, keep on, keeping on

We've got to keep on keeping on
I know and I know and I know

that you know that I know it ain't right
Oh, it ain't right,

it ain't right, it ain't right
That they hold us, hold us, hold us back
They're holding us back, they're holding us back

I wonder, sometimes I sit down, sit down and I wonder

I sit down and I think about it

Sometimes it makes so mad, it makes so mad. 

Lyndon B. Johnson signing the Civil Rights Acts.

Syl Johnson