#Americans #Blacks
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
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.…
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
