I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,

When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left

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

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

Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment

I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,

How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,

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