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You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
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
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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.
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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…
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…
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
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
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!