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Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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 you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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…
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
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
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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?
