#Americans #Blacks
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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…
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
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 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
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
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…
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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…
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left