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I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
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…
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
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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.
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind