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When you were a young boyWere you ever told to be a manStanding in the mirrorDid you try too hard to understandDid you try to please themDid you try too hard to make them proudStanding in the deep left fieldWhere the other boys would point and laugh out loudWhen you think about tomorrowIs it enough to make you cryWhen you think about tomorrowDo the tears well up 'causeNobody looks like you in middle AmericaNobody acts like you in middle AmericaBa ba ba baMiddle AmericaBa ba ba baMiddle AmericaYou moved here from the cityYeah you used to roam the streets aloneNow you're scared to turn the cornerJust to get back homeKids call you "colored"Like it was nineteen sixty-oneLetras de cancionesAnd you wonder if you can hollerBut you hold your tongue becauseWhen you think about tomorrowIs it enough to make you cryWhen you think about tomorrowDo the tears well up 'causeNobody looks like you in middle AmericaNobody acts like you in middle AmericaBa ba ba baMiddle AmericaBa ba ba baMiddle AmericaOoh ... ahOoh ...Do you wonder why they tease youAnd why their moms won't let them playDo you wonder who's the cowardAnd who's the one who's afraidDo you think they knowThat you are brave and strong and freeAnd it's so sad no one remembersWhy their mother's mother's daddy came hereBa ba ba baMiddle AmericaBa ba ba baMiddle AmericaBa ba ba baMiddle AmericaBa ba ba baMiddle AmericaOh say can you seeBy the dawn's early lightBa ba ba baBa ba ba baMiddle AmericaBa ba ba baMiddle AmericaBa ba ba baBa ba ba baBa ba ba baBa ba ba ba From Letras Mania