#Americans #Blacks
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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 —
