#Americans #Blacks
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
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—
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
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
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
