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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
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored