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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
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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…
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.
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!