#Americans #Blacks
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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