#Americans #Blacks
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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…
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks