#Americans #Blacks
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
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 old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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
