Jackie Robinson Biography Rap Song with Cause and Effect Worksheets


Jack Roosevelt Robinson is my full name. I was born on January 31st, 1919 in Cairo, Georgia to sharecroppers. My parents worked
and struggled hard, living in poverty. I was one year old when my dad up and left. My family hit the road when he headed out west. In Pasadena, California, my mother, Mallie,
did her best. She worked many odd jobs just to keep us all fed. She provided for five kids all on her own. I had to learn how to throw and catch all
on my own. Living in an affluent White neighborhood,
I was excluded from games because of how I looked. I was isolated – all alone, so I joined a gang. But a close friend convinced me that a gang
wasn’t “my thing.” In high school, my brothers told me to pursue sports. I excelled in them all, showing character
and heart. I’m going to change up the scene –
a Black man playing in the MLB Many won’t want me in the league. But no matter how they hate,
I have to live what I believe. I fought the pressure. I had a dream – the MLK of the MLB. Black, White, Latino – it doesn’t matter. Everybody is going to be slugging in the league. At the UCLA in 1939, I was setting new records. I was the first student to graduate with
four varsity letters. I played semi-pro football in 1941. Then in 1942, I was drafted when World War II began. I was on a desegregated army bus, but I was
still called to the back. I said “No,” but then I was arrested for that. So I was discharged from the Army. I traveled to Kentucky next. In 1944 while coaching in Kentucky, I met
a friend who played for the Negro Leagues in Kansas City. He told me to
write a letter to the owner of the Monarchs team. The owner wrote back, telling me that I was hired. Later, the General Manager of the Dodgers
saw me playing with the Monarchs. I had a three-hour meeting with him before
I signed a contract. “Are you looking for a Negro afraid to fight back?” “I need a player with the guts not to fight
back,” he responded. In 1947, I had my first time Major Leagues up to bat. I’m going to change up the scene –
a Black man playing in the MLB. Many won’t want me in the league. But no matter how they hate,
I have to live what I believe. I fought the pressure. I had a dream – the MLK of the MLB. Black, White, Latino – it doesn’t matter. Everybody is going to be slugging in the league. I helped to desegregate the nation’s favorite
sport of the day. I was not the first Black to play in the MLB. Moses Walker did it way
back in 1884 in Ohio state. I fought through the hate as I stepped
to the plate. My contribution was representing civil rights. Through all the abuse, I showed courage and pride. I’m going to change up the scene –
a Black man playing in the MLB. Many won’t want me in the league. But no matter how they hate,
I have to live what I believe. I fought the pressure. I had a dream – the MLK of the MLB. Black, White, Latino – it doesn’t matter. Everybody is going to be slugging in the league.

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