I’m tired of working for nothing, being treated like a slob
I’m tired of having to be a maid, and now I want a real, real job
I’m tired of my man giving up his best years and
And still he doesn’t have nothing, I’d rather drown in my own tears
I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired
According to faith, things better change before it’s too late
I’m tired of my father being depressed, coming home and raising sin
I’m tired of my mother sitting home dipping snuff
Telling us about the bull of men
You know I, I’ve heard that song so much, even when I dance
Are you gonna soul, I can, I may not get another chance
I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m so tired, I’m so tired
But you know, according to think, things better change right before it’s, before it’s too late
Oh, we can’t history repeat itself
We can’t let it take us back 100 years
As long as I can remember, we’ve always, always been in the arena, mmm
You can’t judge a man by the color of his skin
It’s what he knows and who he know
And where he’s going and where he’s been
As long as a person can reduce the odds
You’ve gotta give him the credit for his smarts
A soul man, a soul man took him, took his life
Dr. King, he died for us
If I can remember 10 years ago
He was riding, he was riding in the rear of the bus
You know I"m so tired, I can’t take no more y’all
Oh, you know I’m so weary and scorned, mmm-hmm
I’m tired, I’m so tired, I’m tired, so tired
Oh, I’m tired...
