More handsome men wonder where my secret lies
I’m not all that fine nor a professional athlete’s size
But when I start to tell them, they think I’m telling lies
I say its the strength of my arms
The flex of my hips, the stride of my step, the color of my lips
I’m a black man, phenomenally
Phenomenal black man, that’s me
I walk into a room just as cool as can be
And every woman bats her lashes or gets weak at the knees
The they swarm around like a hie of honey bees
I say its the depth of my eyes and the flash of my teeth
This thing by waist that hang down towards my feet
I’m a black man, phenomenally
Phenomenal black man, that’s me
Women themselves have wondered what they see in me
They try so hard but can’t touch what’s hidden within me
When I try to show them, they still can’t see
I say its the roll of my back that’s sure to make you smile
The air in my chest, my stunning sense of style
I’m a black man, phenomenally
Phenomenal black man, that’s me
Now you understand just why my head’s not bowed
I don’t shout and carry on or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing, it ought to make you proud
I say its the way my skin feels, the cut of my hair
The touch of my hand and the need for my care
Because I’m a black man, phenomenally
Phenomenal black man, that’s me