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2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down