Wills Point (Black in America)

By

 John Joseph Malayter

Verse

 Sitting by the highway listening to the whine i’ll be 18 wheelers rolling down the line

 Here comes the police driving up Broadway to arrest me for vagrancy and take me away

Chorus

I am no stranger how they’re treating me being black in America the land of the free it’s the

quality of life that gets me down I can’t even walk on the street in my hometown

Verse

I said no sir I didn’t know that girl at all I was standing there looking at the picture on the wall

These handcuffs hurt when I lay back in my seat I have a boot print on my T-shirt and zip ties on my feet

Chorus

I am no stranger to how they are treating me being black in America the land of the free being

free ain’t easy on the other side of the tracks fighting for your freedom is never easy when

you’re black

Verse

After 400 years you think things would change we are not your prisoners you can’t keep us in chains

So give us back our dignity give us back our pride give us what you owe us we won’t be denied.

Chorus

I’m no stranger to how they’re treating me being black in America the land of the free it’s hard to

be right when you just don’t belong you can’t be free if you’re always wrong