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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,
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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…
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
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
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.