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The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur