#Americans #Blacks
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water