I'm tired of working for nothing
And 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 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
I use all the 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 faith, things better change
But before it's, before it's too late
Oh, we can't let history repeat itself
We can't let it take us back a hundred years
As long as I can remember
We've always, we've always been in the arena
You can't judge a man by the color of his skin
It's what he knows and who he knows
And where he's going and where he's been
As long as a person can reduce the odds
You gotta give him the credit for his smarts
A soul man, a soul man took, took his life
Dr. King, he died for us
If I can remember, ten 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
I'm tired, I'm so tired, I'm tired, I'm so tired
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