Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill

I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.

I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind

You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.

When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de

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

From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur

I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,

Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—