#Americans #Blacks
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,
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
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
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
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