#Americans #Blacks
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
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…
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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…
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—
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
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
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
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
